Biography...hmmmmmmm. Well, let's see...

I was born a poor black child in Northwest Georgia. But, as luck would have it, I was adopted by Michael Jackson, and then it got all better! I snagged some of his Dr. Guzeman's "So, You Want to be a White Guy" skin potion, and took a bath in it. Hence, I am what you see before you today! I had to run away though at the tender age of 2 however, because he started giving me the heebie jeebies with his monkies, elephant man ramblings, and overall strangeness.

At the age of 3, I was adopted again by an escaped circus clown, and grew up with a fairly normal childhood, with the exception of being smacked in the face by rogue whipped cream pies and being drenched by unsuspecting looking flowers attached to my dad's lapel.

I moved away from home, out on my own, at the age of 5. I found a small apartment in the white section of Harlem, NY. It was there that I founded the national foundation known as P.E.T.A. (People Eating Tasty Animals). It was also this time frame of my life that I found a wallet on the sidewalk which contained a single $1,000,000,000,000,000.00 bill, and have been living like the person I am until this day. (Okay, so the ending kinda sux...It's 5am for crying out loud! I need to be in bed asleep.)

Now that fiction time is over...

Below, I've added the first composite photograph of the fraternity I belonged to in college. Woo Hoo! Can ya find me? hehe.

Thank you very much for your time, and don't let the door hit ya on the way out.

Sincerely,

Me