So what's the story on this dashing young gent before you? Well I guess it all started simply enough, when I was brought into this world addicted to crack-cocaine. At three weeks my loving mother sold me off to a black-market orphanage so she could afford her addiction. It wasn't long before I was again sold to an aging Eva Gabor, where I was put to work maintaining her massive wig fridge. A few years later, she decided to keel over and die, and I -- being cheated out of her will by her thirteen little shiatsus -- was out on the streets. I would later be found by a wise-cracking, street-smart "g" by the name of Tyrone who took me in, when he discovered me in an alley dumpster, obviously taking a page out of the cookie-monster's book. Tyrone taught me the ways of the world and life was good...until that fateful day when he was killed after a Pokémon-Card deal went stale. After that I caught the Greyhound to a small little Podunk town by the name of Osoyoos where I have spent the later years of my life laying low and edjumacating myself, until a friend and I got expelled for exposing our socials teacher as a pedophile...and just one semester before graduation too...now I'm in Penticton, where I have made a successful living as a Pirate, and when my insomnia kicks in, I spend time rocking shit as a Lumberjack.
Age
25
Hometown
Vancouver
Country
Canada
Occupation
Aspiring Helicopter Pilot
Interests
Music, movies, movie-making, traveling, hanging with friends, Xbox 360, writing, coffee, ferrets