Dan Fletcher: He Definitely Lives →
Real talk from a guy who once spent 30 minutes instructing me on how to disguise marijuana as a cigarette, knowing full well that I didn’t smoke either. I left that conversation thinking, “that was a waste of fucking time but goddamit does Foster put a lot of thought into his work.”
So, here’s an endorsement: the way I ended up doing all of this was because I stayed up for three nights straight and worked with one of my best friends on a proposal for the University of Utah’s school newspaper to open up a new Arts & Entertainment section after their A & E weekly folded. I’d never taken a communications course and I lied about my GPA by about 2.1 points. They gave me the job, and I was on a full in-state scholarship with a 1.6 GPA. Karma bit me in the ass when I dropped out (in a de-facto manner of speaking: I stopped going to class and they decided to put me on appeal-able academic suspension a semester later, thinking maybe I’d clean up my act and beg them to let me back in, which I never did, because fuck them, is why).
ANYWAY. That semester was pretty amazing, especially for The Daily Utah Chronicle, and Dan Fletcher was the first writer I hired. He was never not a far more responsible, level-headed, naturally talented and knowledgeable writer than me, and I don’t even remember why Eryn and I plucked him from all the applications, but I think it was the moment he told us something about him being straight-edge, and us telling him the story about the time a bunch of straight-edge kids almost killed Eryn and I, and him actually laughing at that story, I think that was the moment we realized we’d get along like gangbusters.
Six years later, Dan’s living in New York, and he’s working for VICE (naturally), which was all any of us read back then (or which was our boilerplate for editing a school newspaper in Utah, which you can imagine how well that went over). The point is, if you need someone to write something, you should consider Dan.
(Source: fek)
