Surviving Mullets, Cellphones, and Bad Fishing Days

How did I become a graphic designer? Blame it on boredom. My brother and I grew up on 40 acres of woods—we used our imagination to recreate the world. Add in a family tree of engineers and farmers… The result? You get an entrepreneur who is deadline-driven, cost-conscious, and has great attention to detail.

Now, if I could only explain the mullet…