I live in Las Vegas NV. I was diagnosed with Beckers Muscular Dystrophy at the age of 13 told I would be in a wheelchair at 18, death around 25..I'm over 25 still walking, fighting, fucking, and whatever else I feel like I want to do. I do music to vent my anger towards whatever I want to direct it at, at the moment in time.
A lot.
I record my own music in a brokeman's studio, so if the audio is shit, then sign me to your label, and it would probably sound better so i dont have to edit my own shit.
Tech N9ne.
Mortality
My music, fuck I don't know. And I have never let anybody other than close people listen to it. So if you dont like it. Get off my page, no worries.
I volunteer at a lot of different non-profit places seems to be the only place you can really see what life is.