In the year 1982, under the Autumn equinox, a beam of light was laid into a vessel somewhere in the indigenous lands of Oklahoma. Frequently splitting his seemingly linear time between California and Kansas City, as a result of his parents separation, our subject became thirsty for knowledge at a young age. By the time he had spent 13 full years among us, he had immersed himself in the culture of the underground. This meant skating, punk rock, graffiti, and a new fondness for alcohol and drugs.