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I was found abandon in a trash can in NYC by two Beatnics who decided to raise me rather than eat me. I grew up in the Ghettos of New York where we would scavenge the dumpsters for food. By the time I was old enough for school, my parents were arrested for being communist spies and I was sent away to a Catholic Orphanage where I was abused by pedophilic preist and sadistic nuns until I turned 15 and ran away...then one day I saw the Ramones...it changed my life...i realized my destiny was to become a punk rocker. In order to do that back in 1976 I had to come up with some money so I could look cool...I turned to a life of crime....soon I was rolling in the dough and I bought a Vespa and a New York looking Leather Jacket like maybe Lou Reed would wear. I became friends with everyone at CBGB's Joey Johnny Dee Dee and Tommy, Patti Smith, Blondie, The Talking Heads, The Dead Boys...I bought a mosrite guitar and learned to bash out three chords and started my own band....we went nowhere......in fact our name was Going Nowhere. All our songs sound the same...actually they were all the same...I mean we really only knew one song and we just played it over and over....then suddenly Punk Died...I decided to clean up and start over again in Texas. I loaded up my mosrite in the sidecar of my Vespa and headed West......Now its been 30 years. Punk suddenly became a huge consumer commodity capitalist spectacular event bordering on fanaticism and cult-like followings. I decided I would make a comeback....so if you want to hear my punk rock music go to www.rwsart.com and click on the music page...listen to the Scary Friendly Album.