I remember graduating from art school and then immediately taking a bet that I couldn’t land a job at one of the biggest agencies in the day. So after some hunting, I found a medical supply store, broke out some Karo syrup and some food coloring and crafted a little leave behind for the CD of the agency; (the “doctor’s note” read: I heard your agency needed some new blood”). I broke into the building in the morning and left it on his desk. A few hours later, my phone rang and I was asked to come in for a visit. I landed the gig.