Hard to write a biography about ones self without feeling like a liar. How do you know I'm telling the truth? You don't. You can accept it on blind faith if you even care to try. What should I say then? I was born and raised in the south. Raised on movies, music and books. Art was and is my life. The only thing that makes any real sense to me. Most people thank I'm crazy. The rumors that fly I find funny. Apparently I'm a multiple felon, had a boob job, am strung out contstantly on smack and sleep with anybody I damn well please. I wish my life was that damn fun sounding. The truth is, however, that I do no more than hide in an office all day and wait until the night falls to go out. I've never been one for people. And I really hate authority. Perhaps why me and my parents don't really get along. At this point I am simply, self indulging. Making a vain attempt to sound at least a little bit fun. All I want outta life is to be...at least a bit more known as the artist I am and less known as the lies so many tell.