He's a smalltown rebel, one of the few true fighter souls. A concreat devil, always kicking and out of control. Raised in the ruins of a broken home, daddy said son your on your own. Seven years old, left out out in the cold.
When you're down and blue.
He's a bigtime player, always sitting on the right cards. The king at the table, a hustler, a hustler by heart. Raised in the jungle dropped out of school, Couldn't care less about order and rules. Twenty-seven years old, left out out in the cold. More from Bombshell Rocks