A piece of shit on a fence post that just happened to hatch. Conceived amidst crack pipes and keg taps on May 1, 1984. As far as I know god called in sick that day. Some say his eyes are permanently bloodshot from years of getting faded and that red is the only color he can see. He is the king of NewCastle. A well seasoned wine-o and necessary evil in this world of material goods. A scholar of morbid, violent images many consider art. Loved by some hated by the rest, nothing could stop his drunken pursuit of a microphone. Projecting his voice like projectile vomit into the toilet eared youth of today.
I make music. TheBigSensay/Chris Gums: Melodica, Harmonica, BeatBoxer, Emcee.
Check out more music at www.Myspace.com/BrokenProduct
