I was born on a small raft while my mom was floating here from cuba. Luckily no one was on the beach when we landed. That way I was technically born here which made me a citizen and my mom got to stay here as well.

I grew up most my life under bridges, and fished for food. IT WAS GREAT. Most my life was staring at graffiti while I was trying to sleep by our fire. When i was real young my mom chained me to the remote bridges and gave me crayons to keep me busy so she could panhandle for money so we could eat something besides fish.

Thus began my graffiti career, soon I was putting up murals on local businesses. Which lead me to paint on a tattoo shop leading to an apprenticeship, and a place to sleep at night. I think they let me sleep at the shop because the front door lock was broken for a long time.

Now here i am, did i mention i still eat primarily fish? =)~