Let's see, where to begin: I wasn't orphaned on the stone steps of an old Catholic Church when I was an infant. Then, as I got older, I didn't get forced into prostitution in order to pay off my ever-increasing drug habit. Eventually, I wasn't nabbed in a police raid of a Meth Lab and forced to serve fifteen years in the joint subsequently escaping and washing up as a bloated corpse on a river bank. I am, however, a relatively prolific artist and writer. Figure that one out.