Billy is a friend of mine. His role is one of Producer. If you could explain his job in a few words; Billy gets shit done. He doesn't mess around. If you can help him great. If you can't, get the hell out of his way. He has shit to do. It's nothing personal, it's efficiency. He doesn't have time to contemplate the finer aspects of skinny jeans. Billy is three dimensional. At any given moment he is on the phone with five different people. He has to be able to understand people and be understood. He uses technology to his advantage. Rotary phones are cute but you won't see Billy slowing himself down with one. He can make ten different things happen with five different people by the time you dial 702. Don't get me wrong though, Billy does love the finer things in life. Like the graceful dancing lines of a '56 Cadillac, or the symphony of twelve hand crafted cylinders of Ferrari glory. Objects of man's timeless obsessions. Objects Billy uses as inspiration. Inspiration to get shit done.
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