Son of a trashman. Writer. Artist. Insaniac. My name is Jesus. I was born and raised in California's, Shit Fuck Valley. Growing up I spent most of my boyhood sitting in front of a broken-down television set. I was a poor bastard. I am 28 now, and Im still poor. I dig writing, drinking, thinking, fighting, and spray painting my name on walls. I live in Los Angeles.