Quick one, friend.
There are only a few tickets left for my Lectures on Tap event in Brooklyn next Wednesday, and I’d rather they went to you than to some dumpy schlub who thinks it’s a craft beer tasting.
(It is partly a craft beer tasting.)
I’ll be telling the story of how a chubby kid drawing with rocks on a rural Australian dirt roads ended up arguing with New Yorker editors about an elephant buying peanuts with a credit card. There’s the afternoon a media mogul killed the 102-year-old comic strip I was drawing. There’s rejection, lots of it, and how to survive it. And there’s my only real career advice: find the people doing what you want to do, and annoy them until they teach you everything they know.
It’s one hour, there’s a bar, and the exact address arrives in your confirmation email, which makes it feel like either a speakeasy or a kidnapping.
Grab a ticket here before they’re gone
‘til next time!
Your pal,
