3rd grade was a pivotal year in my development as an illustrator. I can still see the prepubescent Tony, with the black coke-bottle glasses and flowbee haircut slouched over a drawing of Snoopy on his doghouse. After recreating logos for every NFL team, and countless Heathcliff and Peanuts sketches, I was yearning for true meaning. “Why am I here? What it my purpose? Is this as good as it gets?”, I would ask as I wiped my nose on the sleeve of my Members Only jacket.
It all came together when I met Kendall. He was my first business partner. While diligently avoiding fractions, Kendall and I created a comic book called The Adventures of Trash Can Man. It was brilliantly written with detailed illustrations. Better yet, it was full of poop and fart jokes.
Although it was a collaboration, Kendall was better at drawing and wrote neater that me. It was a fact that no mother could side step and it frustrated me. But it inspired me to work harder, well, as hard as a 9 year old would work.
I remember the feeling of empowerment and freedom when we talked of starting a comic book then selling them for REAL money. It‘s the feeling I still get when I work on projects that help people meet their objectives, build their businesses while I continue to develop mine.
This site is dedicated to Kendall… wherever you are.