About

I was born a poor, black child. I ran afoul of the law in my yute and somewhere around the middle of the century I was released from prison to pursue a career in furniture repair. It was then that I discovered that I am a pathological liar and neither poor nor black. As you can imagine, this came as a great shock to us all. Especially me.

I’m 13. I’m dead sexy. And I love to draw. What else is there to know?

(the real me, you know with out the paper bag over my head.)