Your Ad Campaign: My Unraveled Brain Dump
Advertising’s a greasy fistfight. You’ve got a thing to shove out there, a flicker of genius, maybe a crumpled fiver—or a wad if you’re fancy. I’ve ****’d with this beast plenty, and I’m spilling my guts. Here’s the real, messy how.
Define Your Goal
What’s the score? Cough it up. Fame, loot, a list of suckers to spam? I knew this scruffy guy once, all “I wanna boom.” Boom what, your head? I squeezed out, “50 new buyers by dawn.” Pick a hard number, something you can kick. Airy fairy stuff’s for dreamers; I need teeth.
Identify Your Audience
Who’s snatching this? Not every soul—get a grip. Pin your gang. Kids with tattoos? Moms with minivans? I helped a sock lady who swore “all feet” were hers. Lies. It was sweaty trail runners. Caught ’em on Strava, not soap operas. Rifle through your sales, lurk in their DMs. Get nosy as hell.
Set Your Budget
How much you betting? Lay it bare. A hot ad’s a brick if no one clocks it. I saw a joker melt $700 on a neon sign, then beg for a buck to flash it. Bloodbath. Little hustle? $15 on TikTok might twitch. Big dog? Thousands. Toss a pebble first—don’t sink the ship.
Craft Your Message
Your yap’s gotta hook ’em. What’s your venom—fast, loud, dirt-nasty? I met a pie guy who crowed, “Crusts so good you’ll bite your ma.” Bonkers, sold out by noon. Fit your mob: gramps want “easy,” brats want “sick.” Slap a “Snag It” or “Hop On” in. Short, feral, pow.
Choose Your Channels
Where’s your herd grazing? Not my uncle’s bingo night—they’re on Reels or whatever. Digital’s my sandbox—Google, Snapchat, clog their inbox. Old bones like FM still growl sometimes. I chucked cash at a zine ad once ’cause the ink smelled gritty. Nailed it. Billboards? Snore. Stab a few spots, see what bleeds.
Create Your Ads
Lousy ads are a slap—fuzzy, pitiful, ugh. I hack junk in Canva when I’m skint; it holds. Video’s the screamer now—20 seconds of madness smokes a dead pic. Be you. A dive bar I know rocks smudged ink and barf jokes. Posh salon? Velvet whispers. Spit out a couple, pick the screecher.
Launch and Track
Hit it, but don’t blink. Glue your peepers to the count—clicks, stares, dimes dropping. I had a job where laptops puked, phones sang. Flipped the pile, snatched the win. If it’s wobbly, jab it. If it’s mush, burn it. No soft hearts.
Optimize Performance
Spot the blaze, pile on. One ad’s raging? Flood it with green. I saw a hat dude go nuts on a single blurry snap—raked in stacks. Twist a phrase, nudge the tint. When it’s thumping, creep it wider. Don’t trip on your own laces.
Measure Results
Round’s out—rake the dirt. Hit that 50 buyers? Coins clinking? I’ve had busts that still got the alley buzzing. Yell, “Oi, you catch this?” Stats are tidy, gutter talk’s truer. Flops holler lessons. Smear ’em on a coaster.
Refine and Repeat
One go’s a warmup. Grab what sparked—say, those shaky vids—and lunge again. Ditch the rot. A diner I knew learned texts beat flyers. Next throw? Fresh grease, full tables. Keep clawing, keep it snarling.