Can You Keep The Copywriter Mafia Off My Back!

I was running down the street…

My heart was pounding harder than a bass drum at a football game during the last 30 seconds of play.  I could tell they were still behind me.

I could hear the … clack .. clack .. clack .. of their shoes catching up…

I thought it was them but I couldn’t really tell.  I didn’t want to turn around and look because I’d have to slow down.

I made a left turn down a dark alley hoping to find a way out of this mess!

Oh, shoot!  A dead end.  Now I knew I had to turn and face the music.

I turned slowly… I kept my head down at first but I might need to fight if they made me.

As soon as I looked up…

Bam!

Bam! Bam!

They shot at my feet and put me under a fear stricken hypnotic spell.  It was too late.

I couldn’t get away and they had me under their powers.

And that’s when it all began.

The life in the Copywriter Mafia started right there…

Jay Simcic
“JOEY”

Copywriter Mafia Member