Yes, I still go by “Benji.” I appreciate well-designed t-shirts and good sentences.
My experience in advertising and marketing goes back before I started kindergarten. My mom – who, as I tell friends, was Don Draper except cooler – would occasionally hire me to model in her ad campaigns. She paid me in action figures. Since I am no longer that cute, I work behind the scenes.
I first understood the power of writing in eighth grade when I wrote a story about a grey blob who was ostracized for his red shirt. After the teacher posted it on the whiteboard for being pretty good, a classmate noted my red sweatpants and asked if the blob was me. I then realized that it was.
I want to help others express their own grey blobs.