How do you contribute to Starr Tincup excellence?

I am an account management aficionado. I’m the glue that holds this place together. Some say I’m the calm before the storm. If you meet me before you meet the rest of the crew, you’ll see what I’m talking about.

What is your favorite marketing cliche?

“Think outside the box.” What the hell is so wrong with that box anyway?

What were you doing before you came to work at ST?

Being a frat star at TCU…actually, I was the kid sitting in the basement of the library on a Friday night. Question is…was it this library or this library?

Who would win in a fight William or Bret?

Coulda, shoulda, woulda. Let’s find out already.

If ST were a reality show which one would it be?

“Jackass.” Enough said.

What's the most unusual thing you have ever tossed off the fire escape?

An intern.

What's your favorite all-time pet?

My dog, Diesel- aka “Big D.” My dog can kick your dog’s ass.

What is the stupidest thing you did in school?

Where do I begin? Ah yes…going to a Gentleman’s Club the night before taking my SAT. Hope my parents aren’t reading this.

When did you realize you were an alcoholic?

I’m not an alcoholic. I can stop any time I like.

What song changed your life?

“I Touch Myself,” by the Divinyls. Best karaoke moment of my life.

What is your favorite movie and why?

“The Sandlot.” If you have to ask why…then you’re KILLING me, Smalls!

What's your life philosophy?

Don’t worry…about a thing….cuz every little thing…is gonna be alright…

Who is your role model?

My family.

Tell us your best celebrity encounter story

When interning in D.C. my Junior year, my friends and I were headed out late one Friday night to do a little Sake Bombin’. It was the first freeze of the year and the sidewalks were frozen solid. As my friend and I were approaching a sports bar en route to our destination, a group of men were exiting the bar. Just as one of the gentleman crossed my face, he slipped and quickly recovered by grabbing the rail. Being the funny smartass I am, I quipped, “That old man is slammed. Get him off the streets.” Just as I finished making what I thought was a harmless joke, the guy turned to me and with a smile on his face extended his hand and said, “Donald Rumsfeld, nice to meet you.” I returned the kind gesture, smiled back at him, extended my hand as I was reaching for my camera inside my coat pocket. You know those guys in black suits that follow around leaders of the Free World, well…