I was abducted by shopaholic gypsies at Plaza Las Américas while Mom was shopping for socks for Dad at Sears. I became a handful for the gypsies, stealing their oil lamps, tarot cards and bandanas, and they decided to leave me to fend for myself in El Yunque rain forest. I was then adopted and raised by a lovely, local spider monkey family. That's when I discovered my love for doodling while taking a break from flinging poo at my monkey siblings. At six, I was abducted, again, with my monkey half-brother Gustavo, by banana-smuggling pirates and sailed the open seas, earning my keep on the ship by drawing buxom ladies for my scurvy-ridden pirate captors. At twelve, Mom, Dad and my little sister found me tattooing for art supplies while shopping for socks at the local flea market. Then, Gustavo and I were brought home, washed, shaved (me, not Gustavo, that's another long story), and I haven't stopped drawing since. Since that, Gustavo became a lawyer who specializes in poo-flinging cases. He's really good at it. Both at being a lawyer and at poo-flinging.