On my 27th birthday, I quit my job in the U.S. Capitol, bought a car, and drove to Los Angeles. I had a closet full of gingham, a fancy Ivy League degree, and a political rolodex that a lobbyist would kill for.

I had nothing to run from but something to run towards.

This is my story. You’ll be the first to know if it’s got a happy ending.

Alex Keeney

lacarpetbagger@gmail.com