Born and raised in Brooklyn when it seemed absolutely plausible that the Wu-Tang Clan were actually ninjas and Batman might be cruising the roof of your projects. That surreal beginning created an artist and writer fascinated by weird science, the philosophy of rappers, the occult, and the ether that connects them. I create art that shows reverence for the destruction of old gods, and creates new gods from the cultural gutter. Fuck Columbus, make Allen Iverson’s birthday a national holiday. This is a celebration of the profanity of the sacred and sanctity of the profane.