Clint (that’s me!) is a Brooklyn-based writer and editor. He’s roped horses with cowboys and ridden motorcycles with Charlie Hunnam. He’s eaten the world’s hottest pepper and, going against his better judgment, taken performance-enhancing drugs at work. He covers health and thinks it’s your patriotic duty to sleep more. He writes about travel and business. His interests include riding bikes and motorcycles, drinking beer and coffee, and eating cheese and bugs. (We’ll all be doing it after the apocalypse.)
Then perhaps you’d be interested to learn that Clint (again, still me) has edited some big magazine packages. He’s also edited some sexy stories that may have helped him to understand the inner workings of at least one woman. This one time, Clint edited a story by his best friend Willie Geist (editor’s note: Willie does not remember Clint), and another time, he convinced Kevin Hart to teach a writer how to do stand-up comedy. Pretty funny guy, that Kevin. And the writer. And Willie, come to think of it.