Muddy Paws

I was born to a son of a 9th generation 3rd tier buffalo farmer who abandoned me when an infant. At 13 I had grown a full beard and fallen in love with the color of flannel. Armed with my shockingly attractive beard and dapper looks, I set out to the big City. Desperate and destitute, I put the bagpipes away to pursue my second passion; Pizza. Before long, my culinary skills led to the very esteemed position of guitar player. I quickly became the city’s best, just below average axe slinger.