I come up from the hard ass streets of Peru. At the age of 6 I was beaten with in an inch of my life, by some larger, starving orphan girls. They saw that I had a large basket of hen eggs. I later smashed their feet with a ball ping hammer. At 7 I was force to join the military and spent the next 4 years killing other children. Death was the only thing I have ever known. At 12 I moved to Sandy, Utah. I still dream of the days of bloody screams and carnage. But until I can return to my native Peruvian war jungles, I like cutting hair.
