This commercial I dedicate to me.

Damn the writer who did these.
Bless the writer for inspiring me.

I wrote and shared this in class today.

Sometimes the candy-coating tastes better
By Kris Kennedy

There he is
Candy-coated Kris
With his candy-coated shell,
Such a sweet guy
Sweet like candy
Pay him no mind.
He’s just a treat
A sweet treat
Just a buck deep
He doesn’t mind.
He’s nice
So nice
Easy and free.
I can see him going far in life,
He’s just so charismatic.
He's gonna be somebody.

Please pardon me, but fuck that.
Please don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.
Politeness as invitation to speak your mind
And not expect anything in return.
Don’t mistake my nonchalant-ness for some silly snot-nosed kid
Who doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about
Or takes things lightly
Or breathes in good air
And breathes out sprinkles.

Inside is reds, oranges and then some.
Flames, tears and then some.
Bruises, scars and then some.
One big middle finger
And then some
And then some.

Do you know what it’s like to go hungry for weeks
Living in a one room motel for years.
Me, mom, dad and baby brother.
Or having both sets of neighbors taste
Gunpowder-laced homicides
Or gun shots
Or tears
Or screams
And then some
And then some.

So, Please pardon me.
Pardon me
For the always being the new kid
And so on and so forth
The always having to change to fit in
And so on and so forth
For the smiling to make the pain go away
And so on and so forth
For the broken spirit and bones
And so on and so forth
The trampling, the fears, the being left to blame
And so on and so forth
The words left unsaid, the shame and handcuffs
And so on and so forth
The emptiness found in the words “I love you”
And so on and so forth
The lies and STDs
And so on and so forth
The being told with fists and bats that I’m nothing but a nigger
And so on and so forth

The drugs ripping family, from the seems
And so on and so forth
Having no place to call home
And so on and so forth
Staring at death’s face in the shape of a gun barrel
And so on and so forth
Asking why little brother has to die
And so on and so forth
All the times I cried to myself on bathroom floors
And so on and so forth
The me trying too hard and still failing every time
And still carrying everyone’s
Burdens on my back
Like a rock
And then some,
Do you know what’s it like?

So, Please Pardon me
For all that I am
And all you don’t know.
I smile
So you don’t have to see
what I have to.
Because no one deserves that.

Maybe a writer just made me jealous

I saw this commercial for the
first time today.
As bad as bad advertising can be
(please refer to Wendy's campaigns,
Matthew Lesko commercials, and any
Head-On product promotions),
It is the good ones that make it worth it.
It is the good ones no one can deny is good.
It is the good ones that I want to make someday.

Lemme know what you think of this commercial.

I wrote in my thought book

I had a random thought yesterday.
Something I thought was interesting.
It came out of nowhere.
Which made it all that much more powerful
to me.
I'm not saying I live by this.
I just want to.

"Writing doesn't mean anything if you don't mean it."

Lemme know what you think of that thought.
Lord knows I'm still trying to figure it out.

Later days.

Here's to the alma mater

I spent five fruitful years at a school that gets little credit.
I cried there, died there, and gave that school every single drippy
drop of me. I have the hardware and scars that say so.

So here's to my old alma mater.
Here's to the 4am late nights in the library.
To the blistering early morning presentations.
To the learning what love is.
And the learning what a broken heart is.
Here's to the music. The late night convos.
The learning what it is to be a man.
Here's to my heart.

Rock Chalk, Jayhawk. Go KU.

Congrats on the National Championship.

This is what happens in a creative team meeting

What happens when you mix three creatives working on the X Games account with a pitch that is but 3 weeks away? You get us silly kids talking about thriller.

Then you get one of these silly kids bringing up the funnier, Indian version.
Enjoy.

It’s a rainy day in the dungeon

It’s wet outside.
It seems like it always is
when I write on this blog.
And that’s fine, because
rainy days are probably
some of my favorite days.
Something about the feeling
that comes with a gray day.
They are relaxed from the start.
The lazy,
stay-in-bed just a little longer
stare out the window and dream,
reflect,
breathe in the world outside my window.

The world is beautiful gray.
The ground glistens,
rain drops adorn car windows
like tiny Christmas lights if
the sun hits them just right.
I love it when it’s rainy.
Just thought I’d share.
Time to get to work.

Yesterday was fruitful, for lack of a better adjective

Yesterday was a good day.
It was the Brandcenter Prom.
And everyone came decked out in their best.
A fun time, filled with dancing, eating, drinks and revealing talks.
Just like regular prom.
With adult beverages.
And no one having to hide them.

Yesterday was also our weekly graduate seminar, Culture Crash.
It was and interesting talk about Ethics.
Important, sure.
But moreover, they brought a bunch of cool commercials with them.
Here were the two coolest I saw.

Enjoy. And leave a comment to let me know what you think of 'em.

Just so we're all clear.

Of course, Coach Self isn't going to leave. Who do you think he is? Roy Williams?
We're in the Final Four for the first time in years. Why the heck would he trade that to go to a struggling Oklahoma State? Get real people.