I'M JUST A POOR KID FROM MISSISSIPPI WITH A SONG IN MY HEART AND A SWIVEL IN MY HIPS.."OH, WAIT THAT'S NOT ME. THAT'S ELVIS."
This is me:
Kevin Rubio's Bio:
Kevin was born the illegitimate son of a poor black share cropper in No' Folk Long Island. Not wanting to bring shame to the family, his father set him adrift in a basket off the Gulf of Mexico.
Chance currents swept him through the Panama Canal and he finally landed of the coast of Australia where he was found and raised by dingos. He grew to manhood amongst the dingos, learning their wild ways, earning their respect and eventually becoming their leader.
He then made his way west to The Far East, where he became an opium trader /government agent in Hong Kong, under their newly formed Chinese Republic. He knows Kung-Fu, Tai-Chi, Tia-Kun-Do, and three other Chinese words.
When his service was up, he made his way to France, hoping to find the Lost Generation. He was unsuccessful and as of this writing, they are still lost. (If you know where they are, please contact America's Most Wanted. I'm sure their families are quiet worried.)
From Europe he made his way across the Atlantic on a trans-steamer - earning money with his amusing drawings and skill at Texas Hold'em. It was on this crossing that he won a bet against a writer for a comic book company called Dark Horse, who was then forced to give him a writting assignment.
Well the gods smiled on Kevin and his book sold rather well, so he did several more, and they sold well. He now spends his time in the City of the Angels, writing and producing TV promos, live shows, comics, and films, and trying to convince really hot girls that comic book writers are cool and they should sleep with him. (He has been marginally successful.)Profile edited with: CricketSoda Myspace Profile Editor
