孤独的表达－GREGORY JACOBSEN

 
Gregory Jacobsen was born in Middlesex, New Jersey. He didn't have too many friends except for a Commodore 64 computer. He eventually befriended some "metal-heads" who would kill chickens and throw crayfish at the windshields of passing motorists. Gregory and his new friends would hang out in the woods and start fires. Ignited items of note: a pleather couch scribbled with Slayer logos, a headless doll with pentagram and "666" scrawled on chest, feces, an effigy of a disliked classmate composed of milk jug for head.

After being rejected from almost every art school applied to, Gregory Jacobsen made a poor decision of moving to the goddamn midwest to attend the Art Institute of Chicago. Worthless degree in hand, Gregory Jacobsen, much to his irritation, still resides in Chicago, where members of the populace have enormous sticks lodged in their asses.

Gregory Jacobsen still lacks friends and spends most of his time holed up in his west side apartment painting stupid little pictures. He also wastes a hell of a lot of time in a widely ignored performance orientated band named "Lovely Little Girls".