I was born on June 6th, 1966. I was abandoned on my father's doorstep after I was born. Oddly, everyone knew my father, but no one seemed to recall who my mother was. There have been a ton of suggestions as to who she might be, but we are still looking... My father? Er... Sabastian Jacob Niccals (or Jacob Niccals). He was an alcoholic, a womaniser, and a gambler. Abusive, too... Easy to see that some of him rubbed off on me.
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I do have a brother, Hannibal Niccals. He got me interested in alot of music. He also broke my nose a few times... Not anything new... There was this guy in school, Tony Chopper, who broke my nose his fair share of times. He made fun of me all the time, calling me "Nerdoc", "Faceache" and a number of other names. But now, I know, he regrets it all... Now that he knows who I am!
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Where was I? Oh...
I did have a very interesting experience a while back. It's actually how I met Stuart Tusspot (but they call him Stu-Pot). It was in a music store. He was just standing there in the window and staring out (at least, that's what HE told me). My buddies and I decided to get noticed (and try to get some music gear free) so we hijacked a car, drove it around town at a high speed for some time, then drove it right into the window of the music store. BAM! Hit Stu-Pot dead on. We did get noticed, but the fact that the car landed on Stu's face was just a bonus.
The accident had fractured his eye, pushing it in. He can still see.
So I was put up for caring for the vegetableised Stuart. Everything I did to the kid just didn't phase him... That's when I figured I'd try something new! I put him in the car and I had us going about 90. Then I hit some sort of pole in the ground and Stu went flying through the windscreen. I guess it took him out of his coma because he stood up and turned to face me. Of course, his other eye was pushed in like the other... But at least he was better!
Later .. all that, is when I found out he was an amazing keyboardist! His singing talents were equally great. We also became... friends... if you will.There is actually more to my story, but not enough time to explain it.
I met another person, Russel Hobbs. And a Japanese girl who we call Noodle. That's a ll she knew how to say when we met her (she only knew Japanese).
Now, we are all in a band together, Russel playing drums and Noodle playing monster guitar riffs!
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