A FEW THINGS I’VE LEARNED IN MY 32 YEARS ROUND THE SUN
Never accept a ride from a beautiful blonde stranger driving a red Trans-Am through Humboldt County, without first inquiring whether or not said car is stolen.
Never convince yourself you can be intellectually satisfied being the top performing employee in an industry where your only competition consists of flamed-out jam-band connoisseurs, who pride themselves on their collection of healing gemstones and the ability to sustain three back-to-back nights of live String Cheese Incident without medical intervention.
Never let a conniving camp counselor 5 years your senior convince you to swap a vintage Guns-N-Roses tee, gifted to you by your father, for a mass-produced Target Superman shirt. Much like elephants, fathers never forget.
Although briefly invigorating, living in your Isuzu Trooper whilst exploring the country is much more viable if you are a beatnik novelist living in the 50’s, who can get away with using words like “whilst”, than it is when you’re a 22-year-old dreamer, who left a perfectly decent job in the supplement department of his local Whole Foods Market to chase the unknown.
It’s never too late to court a more desirable career, but it helps to do so before you age off your parents health insurance policy.
I never attended a four-year university, instead choosing to go the way of a rogue samurai, taking community courses in creative writing, poetry, and the lost art of silversmithing.
In early 2016, I began versing myself in the world of advertising, writing my way into a handful of agency internships, attending ad classes through Austin Creative Department, and accepting solid mentorship from a father who’s advice I used to ignore for sport.
I’m not exactly sure where I’d like to aim my ballpoint, or my MacBook, but one thing is certain.
I love words.
At the moment I’m enjoying the freedom that freelance brings me, but feel free to reach out if you’d like to rent my genuine millennial mind, whether it’s short-term or long.