INDULGE MY NARCISSISM

My name is Patrick Egan. You may also know me as that boy who ziplined over a pit of alligators in his first foray into advertising at the Saint Augustine Alligator Farm.*

Flying over a pit of ancient reptiles, you become aware of every delectable morsel of your flesh. You feel your sweat sweeten like an au jus that would appeal to any french culinary mastermind. Your grip tightens on the zipline handles, and you seem to forget that the failsafe harness exists. “Feel the wind in your hair! Admire the beautiful, mucky, scum-infested swamp waters below!” you tell yourself. Then it’s over. All that fear for 10 seconds of gliding on a rope and the only thing you have to say to yourself is “well, that was pretty cool.”

I guess my first foray into advertising was not much different from my future ones: pushing an idea of an edge, watching it get eaten alive, crawling back up to the platform bruised and battered, rinse and repeat. When the idea makes it across the pit alive, though, I’ll be sure to look back and say “well, that was pretty cool.”

If you want to talk to me shoot me an e-mail at patrick.egan8@gmail.com, or click on those little buttons down there.

*This is not a fabricated story.