This one goes to 11.

In this point in one's sad 30something existence, one might fall into a state of dispair. What have I really accomplished? Have I wasted all my artistic talents? Is my pointless advertising job sending me straight to hell in a microbrew six pack basket? Am I destined to pander to primadonna, nihilistic copywriters and art directors.. dictatorial biz school grads the rest of my life?

Friends, I'm here to tell you now, my life's work has not been squandered, and I too will rise to be a champion. Perhaps with the help of this man:


His Airness.

Or better yet from his student, now nemesis Her Airness. Please join me in what will truly be a turning point in my life. I'll see you in LA, then Finland.