I was born in a rv while my parents were trying to outrun the police. They were caught and went to jail. I however, was left in the rv. A hobo found me a few days later and raised me as a hobo. When I reached the age of 6 the hobo that adopted me was arrested for cat juggling. Ever since then I`ve been riding the rails across America in search of my lost parents. While making a train change in Phoenix a dog attacked me. It bit off 3 of my toes and my left earlobe. Then a bunch of punks came and beat me with sticks. An hour later I regained consciousness and walked to a farmhouse. A crazy old man opened the door and shot me. Then his wife came out and offered me tea. After a cup of tea they decided to adopt me. So that`s the story of my life so far. I can only imagine what the rest of my life might bring.