Getting to Jarrett's studio was quite the adventure. I had hopped in 15 cabs before the 16th agreed to take me to Brooklyn from Manhattan. It came to a point where I was so frustrated that I felt like giving up, but I kept feeling a push to just keep trying, and I'm so happy I did. What a pleasure it was to hang out with Jarrett. A small space, but filled with so much art and energy. He read me a piece he had been working on while I sipped on green tea.