September creeps in on the heels of August’s humidity cloaked as a relief worker. But it’s a lie.
August 2010 Met John Doe for lunch. He’s a lawyer who had an epiphany. A passionate guy. Can’t sit still. He had a small brochure folded into eighths. There were graphs and subsequent copy on each panel positioned perfectly so…
Because of noise, I decided to unfollow people on Twitter. But it was bad karma. So I created @jmitchem instead, and am using that account to start again. It’s pretty stupid.
Too many people I’ve followed since ‘08 are deadwood – taking up valuable space in my brain via my eyes without offering me any value whatsoever. It’s time to prune the deadwood.
This is the story of a little girl who always wanted earrings. And the meanest father in the world.
Death of a Guinea Pig.
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
