I’m here. I’m full of fear. I’m queer but also have the aura of a youth pastor. I love tomatoes. I’ve crossdressed so I could party at frats with my friends. I once thought I could rap. I’ve written a TV pilot about a excommunicated priest forced to live with an Onlyfans model. I’ve met Adam Sandler. Twice. Once while working at a haunted house. I once was a potted plant for Halloween. I think the U.S government should be forced to give each of its citizens one free hand-knit wool sweater. I’m happy.

Also, my name is Sam Baylow.

My point with that belated, scattered intro is to say I didn’t go to ad school. I just love writing. From scripts to social, from TV spots to tight fives, writing makes me smile (see image to the right for example of possible smile). I bring a wide range of influences, anecdotes, and debatable opinions all underscored by an open mind. I transfer my nonlinear thinking and communicate it into something concise, vibrant, and most importantly, me.

I will win every employee of the month award. I promise.