I would send out hundreds of postcards to editors and art directors, but they would go unanswered. And my grandfather would call me every week, and he would say, "Jarrett, how's it going?
Enviaba cientos de postales a editores y directores de arte, pero no conseguía respuestas. y mi abuelo me llamaba cada semana, y me decía, "Jarrett, ¿como va?