I write words good.

Like god, my father created man. That man was me, Lait. Yes Lait is a my real name, it’s of the family variety and means milk in french. The son of an Irish father and Jewish mother I grew up as a Jewish wasp which is inherently confusing, but so far things are looking up.

My dad is older than most of my friend's dad’s, which means I had to watch a lot of old movies growing up that I hated at the time, but turned out were classics. Same with music, I wanted to listen to Baha Men but instead was inundated with the Rat pack and showtunes. Listening to good music made me want to make some. So I got a drumset and started beating. When I got tired of being “the drummer”, I bought a banjo and have been playing it adequately ever since.

Unable to break out in music, I ended up at the University of Texas in the Texas Creative Program. And despite a varied professional past as a curb painter, financial compliance officer, and ankle bracelet monitoring technician; copywriting is the only thing that has scratched my professional itch. If you have an interest in helping me scratch that itch, let’s talk backscratchers.