sHeM, uneducated, alone, a dish washer, worked in an East Los Angeles, Mexican food restaurant. Unmotivated and uninspired, his fingers pruned, his belly big, the tedium of his menial labor job seemed endless. Hope was a privilege, a privilege he could not afford.
One day, as he took out the trash to the urine soaked, fly swarmed alley dumpster, he was attacked, blind folded and kidnapped by a horde of unruly, disenfranchised action figures. Theses plastic heroes were tired of being sold in bubble card packages, the sweat of Chinese children forced to work twenty three hours a day packaging them for slave wages in bleak, humid filled, toy factories burdened them.
Frightened and fatigued, sHeM was taken to an empty graffiti filled cave, an abandoned exhibit at the Los Angeles Zoo. He was trained by the action figures, they reprogrammed him, resurrected him, revitalized him. They provided literature, philosophy, history, musical instruments, laptop computers, paints, pigments, and a Bowflex machine.
sHeM emerged from the cave forty days and forty nights later, given a purpose, enlightened and carved of marble; a minstrel was born, a minstrel that could not be silenced.
With his action figure militia by his side, he travels the land, spitting the gospel of equality and tolerance to the masses; the world would forever be changed.
