It was 1984. Van Halen's album had just come out. George Orwell's novel was turning out to be very accurate. Streets of Fire was about to become an underrated 80's movie. And, one other thing happened that was completely irrelevant to all that; Baby Sal was found on the front steps of a fire station in Martha’s Vineyard. As Sal grew up he came to learn that growing up was another word for dying slowly. From thence forth he started dying inside a little bit every day. In college he “accidentally" cured this inner struggle by ingesting LSD at a party. His new found light-heartedness earned him the nickname “Sunshine" (in his own mind). He had an optimistic sensibility from that point on, but instead of using it to earn money, he decided to help other people earn money for themselves. Advertising was his bread and butter until 2025, when he suddenly quit and decided to stop. He is fluent in French, and loves to paint messy abstract pieces of art that no one understands, least of all himself.