I traveled the world in a cigar box before leaping out and falling 2k feet into the inky Atlantic ocean, finally washing up on the North American eastern shore. It was there that I spent my youth surrounded by lumberjacks, maple syrup and honey bees. Upon my twentieth year, too large to now fit in a cigar box, I ride upon the land-waves on the back of my orange & black tiger, taking cell phone pictures and making paint out of clay and glitter.