Peter Crosby is a man of diverse skills and confusing interests. Not only is he a Creative Advertising Consultant, he’s also a world traveler, landscape photographer, half-assed cartoonist, middling trumpet-player, pseudo-super-taster, and budget oenophile. Peter takes full responsibility for everything about him that can’t reasonably be blamed on his parents.
Peter Crosby’s early years.
Born fifth, the youngest son of a typical suburban family, Peter Crosby spent his early childhood like many American kids — reading comic books and watching network television sitcoms. This intellectually bankrupt upbringing led to social dysfunction and lack of achievement, despite being constantly reminded of his “above-average intelligence” by motivation-killing teachers (“Peter’s obviously bright, he just doesn’t apply himself to our pointless exercises and busy-work”). Peter Crosby’s anemic academic record was a testament to both his boredom with traditional education methodology and his sugary cereal-fueled hyperactivity.
The early signs of success.
Luckily, there were some bright spots during his school years. In the sixth grade, Peter Crosby drew the best Snoopy® in his elementary school and subsequently won a ceramic Linus® piggy bank (now a priceless collector’s item).
Sadly, after decades of unsuccessfully attempting to surpass that achievement, Peter gave up trying to do anything meaningful with his life and went into advertising. Because that’s what people do when they have no other marketable skills.
The end of innocence.
As an advertising professional for 30+ years, Peter Crosby has exceeded the legal limit of success for a person of his highly questionable talent and/or skills. It’s why he lives in constant fear that his beautiful spouse and worldly possessions will be repossessed at any moment by a Washington bureaucrat and his gloating High School guidance counselor (“See? I told you that you’d never amount to anything, Mr. Crosby.”).
The mind of Peter Crosby.
As for Peter’s personal interests, he includes among them watching any British Comedy or Matt Groening TV show, whining about petty annoyances, and using his many computers to express his writing, music, and digital penchants, as well as to alienate his aforementioned beautiful wife. For fun, Peter Crosby likes to travel with said spouse and write long-winded articles about his trips, primarily for Peter Crosby’s own golden-year recollections, but also for the vast sea of bored English-reading citizens in the world who should seriously think about getting outside more.
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