HELLO

Ever since I was young, I’ve always aspired to be an old man. It all started with the half eaten Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in the visor of my Grandfather’s GMC Envoy, a strange memory that I can’t seem to shake. It progressed along side the Arno River, as I honorably bore witness to the afternoon walks of local Florentine men, a true masterclass of uomini anziani. Now, I pursue the beauty of an older man’s dying medium; copywriting.