Well, that explains it...

Look, I was rockin’ in the womb, ok? My Dad’s tequila-soaked sperm met my Mom’s valium-laced egg and by the time I opened my bloodshot eyes on the world there was no savin’ me.

There were early and frequent doses of AC/DC while suckin’ the foam off my Dad’s beers. I owned a motorcycle helmet before I ever had a teddy bear.  Mom tried to save me from a terrible fate of tattoos and hearing loss by putting me in a lot of pink tutus. The tutus didn’t take, but the dance lessons did.

So, while I wait for the back-up dancer gig to open on the Nine Inch Nails tour, I will be rockin’ with you on REV 96.7.