I debated with myself over and over on what to write about. Many subjects came to mind but none stuck. Such as the the time I did a backflip during lunch and almost knocked down an exit sign and an innocent bystander. Or, perhaps, the love of my life. Nancy the most wonderous, beautiful, lovely, most perfect, thing ever. She has an incredible body, and can do now wrong. The best part about her is, she comes stock with 280 horsepower, but even the story of my addiction to my 1989 Nissan Skline GT-R wasn’t sufficient enough to tell who I was, but as I sat and tapped my nails on my laptop the thought came to me… “Zave, tell ‘em your musical life story and your mishap with Lil Jon in Atlanta.” I replied, “Zave! You’re absolutley right.” So class prepare yourself for a epic tale of my 16 years in life pertaing to music and my record label.

The world became better on December, 14, 1990. That is the day a musical genius, I, was born. As I got older I grew but now all of my hair. This was a sign of uniqueness showing I was different. Think about it. How many babies do you know with mohawks? I was a mohawk baby, with dimples and a quiet personality. It is rumored I didn’t cry at all, however one thing I did do was listen to the beautiful sound of music. My mom recalls that even before I could walk when a song came on that I liked I would be completely still except for the rhythmic bobbing of my head to music. So, are you imagining this? I was a small baby. Shoe-Box small. A shoebox