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Mason is not complicated. He grew up in a small town with loving parents and a supportive community. He maintained a B-average his entire scholastic career. He played all the major sports: football, basketball, track, and baseball. He even got a decent scholarship to Texas Tech to round out his graduation. Life was easy and free of major traumas. 

And he was so fucking bored.

So Mason did something rash: instead of going to college, he packed up his car and ran away. There was no big plan and no deep, hidden reason for it. He just wanted a change. So he drove. He drove and drove and drove until he ran out of money and was forced to stop. He’d stay in a town for a little while, do some grunt work, sleep in his car, and after a month or so, he’d be on his way again.

It worked for him. He liked the travel. He liked stopping anywhere he wanted, eating what he wanted, and meeting different people. It was a good life, even if it wasn’t exactly sustainable and would have to end sometime.

And end it did, in Santa Cruz, California. 

Despite all his best efforts, his car eventually gave out on him. The repairs needed to move on cost more than he could make in a short amount of time. So he settled down, found a cheap place to rent, and got a job as a line cook in a shitty all-night diner. Occasionally, usually in the early hours of the morning when the drunks rolled in, he could get creative and make his own dishes for willing customers. It was one of those nights when he found the big break he hadn’t even been looking for: an editor from the popular comedy site Hoopla swears Mason saved his life with an egg sandwich swimming in hot sauce. An audition and screen test later, Mason was the host of their new cooking show.

His 15 minutes just seems to keep going.

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