THE MAN THEY CALL JUICE
I grew up in Utah, which means I was water and snow skiing by 6, completely unfamiliar with swear words, and the only kid I knew who managed to break his neck instead of an arm or leg.
I have an affinity for bolo ties, bakeries, and classic barber shops. My spirit animal is Chip Gaines, I regret bleaching my hair in high school, and I’m now doing my darnedest (case in point) to rewild my children. Oh, and it’s true, most people call me Juice.
Now, let’s take a look at what I’ve done professionally.