Author: Juan Laverde

Juan was born in the middle of the day, the middle of the month, the middle of the year of 1982 and coincidentally, in the middle of a goal towards the middle of an epic World Cup match where Hungary schooled El Salvador in the ancient art of soccer 10 to 1. Doctors and nurses paused his genesis eleven times, to celebrate each score with hugs and woots through the instant replay; a nurse in fact went as far as to laureate the obstetrician when all was said and done with a “Good one, Dr. Fillol” to which the doctor replied to, suggesting mom to name the newborn “Ubaldo Matildo”, in honor of the famous Argentine goalie.

True story.

Juan grew up to become a most excellent chap stuffed to the marrow with awesomeness. Moved from Bogotá, Colombia to Florida in 2001 shortly after dodging the draft, to North Carolina in 2003, to Chicago in 2007 and last year moved with the piano and the princess to the brink of Pilsen, immediately after his degree on Film was expedited by Columbia College.

His favorite color is purple, his favorite song’s by Deep Purple, if he was a vegetable he would be a beet, if he was an animal a mongoose, his favorite ice cream flavor is Pistachio, his favorite book is “A Clockwork Orange” followed closely by “Blindeness;” “Thin Mints” followed closely by “Samoas”, he’s really very left handed, cooks a mean egg-plant lasagna and George was his favorite Beatle.

That is Juan in a nutshell. The number one thing you’re most likely to say when you meet him:

“Hey, you look like Johnnie Depp”