I was born a poor black child. Then I was bleached, had my cock shortened and was sold to beatniks. There I blossomed and became interested in the art. Coloring books, gymp, playdough, and plastic car models were my fare. As I grew and became aware of the racial ostracism being inflicted on me by my white masters, I lashed out, but mostly at smaller children and hapless animals. Eventually not knowing what else to do I enrolled at Mass College of Art in Boston. I majored in buffoonery, lethargy, lechery and sculpture. After being throwed out for drunkeness I entered the work place. At several design companies I learned the folly and fruitlessness of working hard to climb the corporate ladder. Then I got an art studio and started messing around with the stuff you see here on the interweb.
