I was born in Waco, Texas, the home of oil and cattle. My parents were both into heavy metal and death metal, so that's what I grew up listening to, and the groups I came to idolize: Metallica, Blue Oyster Cult, AC-DC, and so on. You get the point, I hope.

My dad bought me my first drum set when I was ten. Turned out I was a natural. Made him mad, I must say. He had already paid for my lessons, and it turned out I was better than the guy that was trying to teach me. I could listen to a song once, and pick up the drum line and play it nearly flawlessly after three tries.

Problem was, after that third try, I'd stop, never aiming for perfection. Kept getting called a quitter, but did I care? Nope. I could play it better sooner than any one of the idiots that called me that, so I wasn't worried.

In school I got decent grades. Mainly Bs and Cs, but that's only because I didn't really try. I knew the material, but I'd seen what happened to the kids that got all As, and wasn't about to have that happen to me.

Of course, when I started dating one of those kids, it got a little amusing. She was always ragging me about not trying. I'd shrug and laugh it off, but really I knew she was right. But I had enough on my hands keeping the creeps off her back about HER good grades, without having to worry about my own grades getting all the way up there. But it did have an effect. My Cs vanished, nothing but Bs on midterm reports.

But it didn't last. We broke up in senior year, and haven't really spoken all that much since. We both agreed that too much association wouldn't be a good thing. Don't rightly remember what we broke up over, but I THINK it had something to do with my choice of music.

Met up with Evers, Brooks, Walker, and Wilson in various places in Waco, from the drag strip where I used to race, the skate park where I spent a chunk of my free time, and various burger joints around town. Between the bunch of us, we found out that we had an entire band. Don't remember who's idea it was, I think I was a bit drunk that night. But one thing led to another, and Sex at a Glance was born.

We started playing in small joints around town, bars and such, and offended a lot of people. Slowly, though, we finally got their respect and their hearts. And then, somehow, we wound up at Kiss My Sass Tour for Abelove Records. We did pretty good to start, but then the other guys found out I was hitting it off with Sarabi Isaacs, and they got PISSED. The whole damn tour went downhill from there for us, and I wound up leaving the band after Evers decided to try and kick my ass. I wound up a roadie for Bleeding Glitter, the band that Isaacs was part of. They were pretty understanding of her dating me, but when she pulled me in as a roadie, a couple of them flipped a wig.

So I wound up leaving after one stop, following the tour around the country on my Harley, showing up at all the shows for support. But when the Finish won, I invited her back to Waco, the small, no-name town she'd never heard of, to meet my parents. Mom was cool with her, but pops tried to embarrass her until I put him in his place by busting out a Nightwish drum solo.

Then I went to her hometown, met her gran. I don't think the old lady liked me too much, but I could be wrong. But I didn't care. We were... well, we fit. It was that simple.

I was the one that suggested we put together another band for the new tour that Abelove Records is putting together. So we did, myself on drums of course, and Sarabi for vocals. It was a new sound, one that neither of us was quite used to, but it didn't take long before we were groovin' like the best. Now, we're ready for take two. This time, I KNOW we'll make it big.