After years spent selling everything from snack cakes to dog food as a creative director, Brad White turned to writing plays—mainly because he could, and no one was there to say no. With all that leftover creative energy, he now channels his brainpower into scripts that bounce between the ridiculous (stinkless socks, murderous cats, a pandemic of laughter), biting social commentary, historical drama, and the gloriously absurd mess of everyday life. His work has popped up at festivals across the country—sometimes even by design. Brad lives in Louisville with his wife and three cats, all of whom insist they deserve writing credit.