My name is Jason. This is my story.

In 2003, I founded Wooooo magazine–an independent, interview-based journal published in New York City. Wooooo was very different in that it was silly and rude but still managed to feature people like James Franco, Joan Didion, Philip-Lorca diCorcia, Parker Posey, Thurston Moore, Mark Gonzales, Zach Galifianakis, James Dean’s roommate, and Michelle Williams among others.

Wooooo magazine established me as someone able to conduct interviews and cobble sentences together, which resulted in me being offered real writing work. Then more work. Soon I was able to quit my job at the dildo factory and begin living the frightening and unpredictable life of a freelance scribe. I contributed editorial and interviews to publications like ID, Vice, The Huffington Post, Saturdays, Fantastic Man, V Magazine, The Journal, Oyster, Flaunt, The Last Magazine, Candy, and Smith Journal among other lesser-known titles.

Vice magazine, seeing that I had a sense of humor that appealed to their cynical, mean-spirited, and profoundly insecure readership, invited me to help with their various advertising campaigns. This led to other companies seeking me out for their projects. Since then, I've provided creative direction and copy for quite a few brands, including Nike, Adidas, Corona, Colt45, and Budweiser. So, mostly alcohol and shoes. I was up for a job with Oral B, but it fell through.

In 2012, I landed the editor gig at Monster Children. I resigned five years later and returned to the world of freelance, which is where I am now, my knuckles white, my heart galloping with terror.

Last year, I began script doctoring and ghostwriting for directors. I enjoy this work very much, particularly the script work, because it doesn't feel like work. It's fun. And time flies when I'm doing it.

When I'm not wrapping words around other people's ideas or making scripts better, I work on my first novel: a humorous memoir/travelogue/biography that describes a weekend I spent in Fairmount, Indiana, childhood home and final resting place of James Dean. I'm hoping to have a draft completed by the end of 2018. I'm also hoping to have it published. Another of my hopes involves the book being optioned for a movie. My final hope is to become very rich, only to discover that great wealth does not amount to happiness–a revelation that arrives just as my 1936 Rolls Royce Phantom bursts through a guardrail, delivering me, my graying ponytail, Shia LaBeouf, and all the cocaine to a fiery death in the canyon below. 

Thank you.

Update: I’m back at Monster Children and the book is nearly done!