Hi! (Kinda!)

Email luckwb15@gmail.com or call me at 804~691~9389.

^ That's a fifteen right there.

I don't know why that one is so tiny. Or why the five decided to swerve last minute.

I told him to stay the course, but I always pegged him for a coward.

 

Anyway, I'm usually available for freelance writing, branding, and community consulting.

Talk soon, Will.

 
 I made this a few years ago in a very lonely, unemployed time in my life. The green-screen was just a sheet I hung in my bathroom. Which was the only room with a working lightbulb at the time. You can't really tell, but I'm wearing cut-off sweatpants. Much like this gif, I made my cut-off sweatpants one afternoon when I was trying not to think about my empty inbox. I thought to myself, "You know what? Bump sweatpants. Everyone has sweatpants. I want some sweatshorts." And I spent the afternoon sketching up a business plan for a boutique Etsy shop that exclusively sold hand-cut sweatshorts. It was going to be called "Sweetshorts." It was going to be a thing. A hashtag, even. It was going to pay my bills and put some chicken in my rice. But then I realized I'd have to buy sweatpants to make Sweetshorts a reality. And, just like Grandpap never used to say, "Hey, dumbass. If you don't have the money for lightbulbs, you don't have money for sweatpants."

I made this a few years ago in a very lonely, unemployed time in my life. The green-screen was just a sheet I hung in my bathroom. Which was the only room with a working lightbulb at the time. You can't really tell, but I'm wearing cut-off sweatpants. Much like this gif, I made my cut-off sweatpants one afternoon when I was trying not to think about my empty inbox. I thought to myself, "You know what? Bump sweatpants. Everyone has sweatpants. I want some sweatshorts." And I spent the afternoon sketching up a business plan for a boutique Etsy shop that exclusively sold hand-cut sweatshorts. It was going to be called "Sweetshorts." It was going to be a thing. A hashtag, even. It was going to pay my bills and put some chicken in my rice. But then I realized I'd have to buy sweatpants to make Sweetshorts a reality. And, just like Grandpap never used to say, "Hey, dumbass. If you don't have the money for lightbulbs, you don't have money for sweatpants."