When I was 14, I led a successful rebellion against the Zapatista leadership of the small village we lived in. I took my newfound political fame to Southern California and opened shop as a human rights promoter in the heart of liberal activism, Coto de Cato in Orange County. Nestled in between the secluded country estates and championship golf courses, a small band of dedicated workers set up a Canadian underground railroad; assisting the asylum seekers of our intolerant neighbor to the north.
I spent the remaining time of my "impressionable years" traveling amongst the people and ruins of distant lands such as Togo, Zambia, Guatemala, and Kansas.
An heir to a make-up fortune, my father was the MAX in MAX FACTOR, I landed a job as a badger farmer in Northern California after abandoning my political aspirations. badgers, surprisingly, create 80% of the world's most sought after secretions for the perfume and make-up industry.
I’ve parlayed that experience into being a just another boring corporate whore, with an ego larger than my paycheck, and not one creative bone in my body.