“I hail from a medley of places. Born amidst the Lone Star state, traversed the plains of Kansas in my youth, and received a touch of North Carolina charm along the way. You see, my journey began in earnest due to the disheartening reality that most of today's artists and singers lack authenticity. Take, for instance, the legendary Chad Bradson or whatever his name is—hailing from Nashville, proudly proclaiming his blue-collar roots, while parading around a $500 cooler in the bed of his lifted Chevy 4×4, engaging in some strange muddin' escapades in a mall parking garage. And let's not forget those individuals named after the sheer number of necklaces adorning their necks, enthusiastically rapping about drug dealing as if it were their sole purpose in life, completely indifferent to their surroundings. Oh, and who could ignore the vibrantly colored, informant-haired miscreant, or the stripper-turned-recording artist who achieved a bewildering six times platinum status by regaling us with tales of her excessively moist feline? It's as if we're trapped in a 3 a.m. softcore film on an obscure late '90s cable channel. So, in a stroke of genius, I pondered: why not blend these seemingly disparate realms? And voila, here we stand today, united in this amalgamation of absurdity and amusement, my friend. Haha, life truly is a whimsical adventure!”