On my 13th birthday my mother drove off without me. It was only after she arrived at work that she realized I was not in the backseat with my birthday balloons. Much to her relief, she had not dragged me 30 minutes down the road with my jacket caught in the car door. I was actually in the parking lot across from my brother's bus stop attempting to call her on my pre-paid flip phone.
Ever since then, I like to talk in the car.
I also like advertising.
I also go to VCU Brandcenter.
Brandcenter is a lot like running a marathon except you’re carrying Wayne Gibson and the whole time you’re rehearsing your BOB presentation but PJ is proud of you so everything is fine.