Caliginous at da club
No. But listen to the song.
WHAT IS THIS
New Yorkers had a publicly camouflaged chance to buy original Banksy artwork this past weekend for $60 a piece.
There are few people on this planet that I can honestly say “if I hadn’t met this person, then I wouldn’t be where I am.” Conor O’Keefe is one of those people.
In 2007 I walked by his bar - The Emerald Loop in Chicago - and it started to rain. Taking cover, we ended up talking, and he offered me a job on the spot. Every Saturday night I played music at the bar, using my laptop or CDs, during which he and I would have long, alcohol-imbibing conversations about “what it all means.” It remains one of my favorite jobs, if only for those conversations.
It was during one of these conversations I said “I’m interested in writing for magazines.” He said: “500 words on this bar by the end of the night,” and walked away. He checked back every hour to see how my little article was progressing. At the end of the night, handing me my usual $150, he handed me an extra $50. “There,” he said, “You got paid for an article.”
The next week, we talked more about it, and he read over pitch emails I was sending out to magazines for internships. He sat there and helped me arrange the words, making sure they came across as serious and truthful without sparing my voice.
Two weeks later, I get an internship at a magazine in Los Angeles back in my home state of California, largely in part thanks to Conor taking the time to help and believe in me, and helping me shape the initial emails that got the ball rolling. Now I do this for a living.
Conor is a spectacular mentor and an exceptional man. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. Truly. I owe a lot to that crazy-brilliant Irish bastard. :)
I wrote a thing for this Uggs competition about my friend and mentor Conor O’Keefe.
Please like the post! It’ll really help me out and win this prize so I can go travel more!!!