Born in 1976, outside of Cleveland, Ohio. My earliest memory is watching my mom inhale a honey bee at a picnic- it flew right into her mouth. At the time I was playing with a rubber pose-able Godzilla doll and I remember that my diaper was full. My mother says that this never happened- but I can see it in my head plain as day. I suppose that I was about 1 1/2 years old.
When I was 5 or 6 I remember what must have been my first trip to the YMCA. After a good time in the pool, my father took me back to the locker room to clean up. He told me that everyone had the same equipment so it was ok to shower and change in there. After being in the shower for a few moments a man entered who was covered from head to toe with tattoos and I was immediately amazed and entranced. My father noticed this and told me that under no circumstances was I ever to stare at another man in the shower with my jaw on the ground, ever again- but I don’t think that he saw what I was seeing. That was the first time that I ever saw a tattoo. And a naked stranger.
I immediately began drawing on my self, my friends and paper with markers and crayons. Soon I turned 13 and began listening to King Diamond and skateboarding. Naturally, I carved anarchy symbols into my self with razors and when my friend Dan got out of rehab he taught me how to do a tattoo with a sewing needle and drawing ink. It was rad and I knew that there was no turning back.