born october ninth nineteen seventy-nine in dallas texas.

two years later i moved to san antonio, home of the alamo,

davy crockett, and a celebration known as fiesta.

however, i just didnt fit in. i was a rebel, a loner, and

i found myself lost on the streets of the cold, cold city.

i was cracked out and dying in a gutter. then, a wave of

fate carried hope back into my life. a guru was walking

his pet wolf down broadway that day. the animal caught my

scent and hopped down into the gutter. when the guru found

me he picked me up and carried me to his home. he said

that i had lost myself on the road of life, but that he

would help me find my way in exchange for my time.

he said he had lost his ring finger to part of a bet. i agreed. i cut my

finger off put it in a cooler, and went to the hospital.

the guru's stub was replaced by my finger. for twelve months

i was trained in the art of balling until i became one of

the best. i have been balling ever since and i dont ever

plan on stopping.