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I was born in a small town in a dry riverbed. I carried rocks to build my parent's house because they were both paraplegics who only had the strength to beat me if i went outside the lines in my colouring book. I made my first guitar out of my firewood rations over three cold cold winters and the strings came from the mane of a wild horse that i wrestled to death. I started busking on a street corner asking for bread crusts and apple cores to feed me. When I was seventeen I ran away from home and walked through India and Nepal in my bare feet and had a mystical experience when the universe spoke to me through rainbow coloured mountain goat and told me to play songs and put them on the internet.