Aaron Coleman, was born on "All Hallows Day" at 6am, weighing exactly 6lbs 6oz. Coincidence...perhaps.
He attended church with his grandparents, but was never baptised and as a result he was not allowed to serve as an alter boy, which thanfully kept his sexy young ass safe from the priests, although the restitution payments would of been nice.
Some say exorcisms were performed but all he remembered was shitty Gordon Lightfoot and Judy Collins songs...arghhh. Ultimately the scourge of punk rock exposed him to some great art and the world of tattooing...for which he is completely and forever unrepentant!
"Fuck you and the world we live in...All my best, Aaron Coleman"