WELL, IF U REALLY WANNA KNOW... MY NAME'S OBY AND I'M A WORKING CLASS MAN. I DO WHAT I CAN AND ATTEMPT WHAT I CAN'T. I'M A REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE, A COMEDIAN WITHOUT APPLAUSE, A CHARACTER IN THE THEATRE OF LIFE STILL LEARNING MY LINES AND FIGURING OUT THE PLOT. I'M OVERWEIGHT AND UNDERESTIMATED, LOVED AND LOST, FOUND AND HATED. I'M NOT A FOLLOWER BUT I REFUSE TO LEAD, MAKING MY OWN PATH AND NEVER LOOKING BACK. I TALK THE TALK, I WALK THE WALK, AND THE FLOCK I STALK IS OUTLINED IN CHALK. I'M DRUNK AS A SKUNK, HIGH AS THE SKY, DOWN AS THE GROUND, AND NUTTIER THAN SQUIRREL SHIT. I'LL DIE STANDING BEFORE I LIVE KNEELING, I STICK TO MY GUNS AND TRUST MY INSTINCTS. I TRY TO BE A GOOD FRIEND, AND ALWAYS MAKE A BAD ENEMY. I WRITE WITH MY HEART, DRAW WITH MY SOUL, AND USE MY BLOOD FOR INK. I'M A METALHEAD, A REDNECK, A PUNK MOTHERFUCKER WITH NO REGRETS, A LOVER, A FIGHTER, A FIRE IGNITER, AND GODS KNOW I'M GIVE-A-FUCK-IMPAIRED. I'M HALF-MAN/HALF-ANIMAL, LOCKED, COCKED AND READY TO ROCK; STEWED, SCREWED AND TATTOOED. I AM A HAILSTONE WAITING TO FALL, LARGER THAN LIFE AND STRONGER THAN ALL!!!