Well, it all started when me a lil red went to grandmothers house.OH, wait wrong story. Well leme see, there was that burglary of a habitat, then there was the time one of my girlfriends fell asleep behind my weels and wrecked my truck, and the long scar that runs along my arm like a gorilla track mark, and oh yeah, I'd rather be here than on the streets standin in front of bars knocking peoples heads in and takin their wallets all in the name of the love glove(that's not a bad idea).