it would appear as though i was born into the struggle. it was the 6th of November, 1976 and i found myself in the ICU at the UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles. having escaped certain death only moments prior at the hands of my own ambilical cord. a lovely nurse haphazardly inserted an IV needle into the back of my hand. a few minutes later the entire top of my right hand was burned off.

despite my grim beginnings, i was the happiest motherfucker you'd ever meet. regularly grinning from ear to ear. never putting up much fuss. the first few years of my life were spent without a care. my mother documented every moment with her little 35mm Kodak camera. tens of thousands of images exist, all taken out of love for her only child.

it was at about the age of 4 when i realized something just wasn't right. it turned out my folks and i were not the only people on this planet. a fact i became accutely aware of the day i started kindergarten, one year early. i discovered a world in which children were allowed to pick their noses, speak out of turn, express themselves inappropriately, and in general act like a bunch of .. well ... kids.

not only did my fourth year mark the beginning of my anti social behavior, it also stood as the year i would venture into the wonderfully disfunctional world of entertainment. i was, by all accounts, a "ham" in front of the camera. and my mother, the enterprising woman that she was, decided that it would be best to explore this rare opportunity to exploit her son's oddities. i landed my first commercial at the age of 5. i simply had to pop up in the backseat of a car and wave to a fellow commuter with a hand puppet, brightening his day. apparently this would help some bank in north carolina sell more home loans. i don't get the correlation but i cashed their check anyhow. i remember asking my mother, quite frankly, how they would get ahold of us next time i was to perform. you see, i thought telelvision commercials weren't filmed, but rather, performed live each time they aired.

the next 5 or so years were a blur. i performed in about a dozen national commercials for clients such as Roman Meal Bread, Cheerios, & SweetTarts. and not to be egotistical, but i was a cute son of a bitch, so modelling was also thrown into the mix. i appeared in just about every department store catalog at one point or another. i remember puking after enduring the "Log Ride" all day for a Magic Mountain brochure. my face was cut out and placed upon the young actor who played one of the children in the motion picture, Mr. Mom for a billboard. and i also remember rolling around in mud for a Yamaha ad campaign. along with those wonderful memories, i also recall getting up at 5AM a few times a week to practice figure skating, being the only male to take ballet lessons at my local community college, and providing background voice over work for "the Wonder Years", which i still receive residual checks from to this day.

i was a good actor, looking back with the benefit of 20/20, i think i could have made it a lifetime career. all young actors eventually face a state of limbo in which you are too young to try out for adult roles and too young to play teenagers. sounds like i'm making this shit up huh? but it actually makes sense when you factor in child labor laws that make it more costly to shoot minors in favor of shooting 18+ actors that simply look young. they can work the adults longer, harder, and without having to answer to any welfare workers on set. the rejection became more than i could take and in order to escape this slump in my career i turned to a new hobby of mine, in-line skating.

at the age of 11 i purchased my first pair of Rollerblades and by the age of 12 i worked for Rollerblade Inc. part time as a beginning skate instructor. as the years went on they found new jobs for me to tackle. i was in charge of beginning instruction for Camp Rollerblade 3 years in a row. i was the very first member of Junior Team Rollerblade which had me travelling across the US performing stunt and freestyle exhibitions for large audiences. i appeared on their skate box covers and brochures, fun stuff like that. skating was my life for a number of years. it provided me with endless challenges, tested my physical abilities, and fostered friendships that would last a lifetime. as a youngster it was an amazing feeling, standing there in front of 50 or more people, some old enough to be my grandparents, and commanding absolute respect from my students. there was no doubt, i was the best skate instructor on the West Coast. i think this is where the burden of living life as a perfectionist started to take hold.

all good things must come to an end. i was faced with yet another transitional period. skating wasn't about spins and launch ramps anymore. back flips and rail slides slowly became the norm, and i won't lie, that shit was too rich for my blood. teaching didn't provide the thrill it once did, so for a time i wandered from nameless skate shop to nameless roller hockey rink without a definitive destination or goal in mind.

funny how this bio really hasn't mentioned much of anything that isn't related to my careers. well to catch up a bit. my father was never really around. he worked the graveyard shift. between him and my mother, the money i made from my work was all spent by the time i became old enough to use it. i remember having to beg my mother to let me buy my first car with what little money i had left so i could finally be free of the hold they had on my life. i found a VW bus, bought it, had a date arranged for the very first day i got my license, and promptly fucked various girls in the back of my bus on every street coner of Reseda, CA. Good times.

i moved to Pasadena CA. at the age of 18. got a duplex there that i shared with a new friend of mine, rance. he was several years older than i was, and was straightedge just as i had lived all my life. i didn't see much of moms, i was just so happy to have my freedom, i pretended she just didn't exist. and my pops, well he caught herpes from a prostitute annd got kicked out of the house. i hadn't seen him, except in a few rare court appearances, since the age of 14. anyhow, my roommate, rance, came home one night with an interesting proposition. he met a fellow that day, by chance, who happened to make his living by driving strippers around to their appointments. now for some reason, this sounded like a little slice of heaven to me. the two of us promptly applied for a riving position with this fine establishment. the very next day a slut was sitting in my passenger seat filling me in on how the operation worked. within 3 months i had learned how the business was run. i mean everything. where to advertise, how much to pay girls, how to handle the paperwork, etc.

i've always fancied myself the entrepreneur. i seized the opportunity, stole one of their bitches, and started my own service. it wasn't long before i was driving the streets of los angeles in a bmw convertible with a gun tucked under my belt. you see, this wasn't just strippers performing at bachelor parties. this was a little more involved than that. in actuality, the girls never did anything illegal, so we never had repeat customers. no sir, just a long string of very horny, unsatisfied customers. i had guns pointed at me, car chases that resulted in me driving on the wrong side of a freeway to elude capture, and the arrest of one of my drivers for carrying a nightstick. but for the most part i was able to talk my way out of just about any conflict. a skill i still use to this day.

in the span of one week, my entire world crumbled. my stripper and her driver broke into my house and stole a grip of money, i broke up with my girlfriend at the time, my mom died, i crashed my BMW, and i checked myself into a mental hospital to avoid self destruction. i gave my business to my roommate temporarily so i could get back on my feet. my straightedge friend decided to pick up a speed habit, cut himself up, beat up his girlfriend, and ran my business into oblivion.

i got out of the hospital and moved to Venice, CA. i bought all new furniture, got a little studio apartment right on the boardwalk with an ocean view, and just healed.

after a few months i got a job as a cashier at Tower Records. glamourous huh? i needed to slow down and theres nothing like a mindnumbing job at a record store to keep your head from spinning. im an extremely driven and competitive individual so what should have been an easy clock in clock out situation turned into a Book Manager position within a couple months. i even started making those cooky custom displays in Tower's very own art department. a few months passed and my book sales grew by 300%. i moved up the ladder to their promotions department and worked out of their corporate office in West Hollywood, CA.

i developed a love for pornography thanks to Towers free rentals for employees policy. consuming that much porn gave me an idea. i didn't particularly desire to watch bleach blonde, fake boobed women making sweet poorly produced love anymore. i wanted something a cut above. i wanted real girls, real sex, and high production value. so i started my own paysite that catered to the, then untapped, youth alternative culture market. my girlfriend and business partner at the time shot all the photos while i shot all the video and coded the site. my pursuit for the right looking models resulted in my personal discovery of the los angeles fetish scene. a large pool of models and photographers that shoot for art's sake.

a few years later my partnership disolved and i was left with a paysite and no way to create still images. partly out of neccesity and partly out of revenge, i took up still photography. after watching and supporting years worth of horrible photography, i was happy to create a new site that was true to my own vision. thus, erotiquedigitale.com was born.

what now? although i still enjoy producing quality erotica for my own site, my interest in still photography has expanded to include mainstream portrait and fashion work. i couldn't even venture to guess what my next move will be. your guess is as good as mine. i think i've found a home in photography, but ya never know, two years from now i could be an accountant.