I’m just trying to make up for having the world’s most forgettable name.
I once missed the golf ball on every swing for 5 minutes straight while a stockpile of real golfers accumulated behind me.
My first date compatibility test is breakfast and Inglourious Basterds.
My most outstanding achievement as a recovering germaphobe was eating a piece of bacon that fell on the floor.
I’ve got beef with the way the advertising industry allows creativity to be ground into a tasteless pulp, and I want to help bring back the flavor.
More stuff you didn’t ask for about me:
I grew up in a section of Florida where dollar stores are born more often than people, and the most interesting thing to do is leave or daydream about leaving.
To rectify the mundanity of my childhood, when I turned 17, I moved to the bustling (ha) city of Orlando for UCF to pursue law, graphic design, psychology, or who knew what. Inevitably, none of these details were quite right, so I course-corrected to SCAD, Atlanta, to study Film.
I veered off-path a few more times, cramming the car with furniture and trash bags full of clothes until the windows nearly cracked. When I let off the gas, I found myself on a beach near Tampa, kayaking with a snow-white husky-wolf named Ghost on Lake Austin, not exactly fitting in with the country scene of Nashville, and all the way to Denver, where I completed ad school and got the gist of the world’s mountain ranges.
Finally, after all it had been through, my loyal 2014 Nissan was laid to rest. So, ready to buy a plane ticket, I… well, this part of the story hasn’t been written yet.
Some movies I jive with:
