His self-bio:

My first memory is getting the hell beaten out of me when my mother left. I was four years old at the time, and got this scar on my cheek from it. Putting up with that for another 18 years until I got sick of it and killed my father. Living in Harlem long enough and keeping your eyes open will teach you how to not get caught, assuming anyone cares. After I was imbued, and got out of the hospital I moved south, took up plumbing and the guitar. I do what I do because I can't bring myself not to.

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