Born in 1984 somewhere in urban Mexico to an uncle's sister. Ill equipped with a bad set of lungs. Attempted to offset numerous physical deficiencies by strengthening the mind. When "severely reprimanded" for publicly swinging my dick around in a Nun-owned-and-operated Catholic School, education and religion were "severely replaced" with video games. Religion tried to find absolution through Santa Claus, who gifted video games and only video games for 16 consecutive Christmas', but it failed.
Smuggled at the age of 9 across the border, quickly discovered heavy metal is greater than anything broadcast over Mexican airwaves. This lead to an inevitable decline
in social skills and a desire to oppose society's strong inclination towards "Having a Life". An opposition that would reach its zenith when fired from a fast food sandwhich shop at the age of 21.
Currently a blue-collar worker in a job that requires little to no human contact has given rise to an up-hill battle against social awkwardness. A fight which must be won if proper co-existence with the female individual, which any vagina comes attached to, is to be achieved. Correction, female individual weighing in under 210 pounds.
I am happy to report I am moving on up, or in this case, down...
