Who is this man 'Micro' anyway...?

Micro's mysterious beginnings started around 1969 somewhere deep in a murky swamp about 60 miles north of New Orleans, Louisiana. He is the only child of a voodoo high priestess and a nuclear physicist. As a child his dad would sometimes take him to work and let him play in the lab, hence his curiosity about the workings of all things mechanical. This also led to an eternal quest for knowledge.

Mostly though, he would stay home with his mom, who started him on a strict regimen of home schooling and voodoo teachings. He earned his high school diploma and shrunk his first head all by the tender age of 12, afterward he attended art school.

Once finished with school he did the only thing a child of the swamp does, take up alligator wrestling and running moonshine. One evening while working on a new secret recipe there was and accident, and the family still exploded. At that point, Micro decided he was more suited to the fine art of gator wrestling. Honing his skills at the "Reptile Rodeo" on Friday nights down at Jed's, a local tavern and gambling establishment he quickly earned the nickname "King Gator". His notoriety grew and he found himself competing all across the state. Years later he became state champion. Micro soon found himself growing bored with gator wrestling and tired of the weekly hospital visits so he decided to leave his illustrious career and change professions.

He left the swamp, with his parents blessing, and decided to seek a new life in the great big world. After many odd jobs ranging from sign painter, to night custodian at Fort Knox, to radio show host, he ended up in a tattoo shop.

It seems his art training had paid off after all and with his knowledge of mechanics he quickly mastered the art of building and tuning tattoo machines. Once bitten by the tattoo bug, tattooing and art consumed Micro. He rarely sleeps more than four or five hours a night. He is always busy drawing, painting or tattooing. On occasion he has even been accused of being an art junkie. His skill as a tattooist has taken him all across the land, from South Florida to Seattle, Washington.

Years later you can find Micro comfortably settled back home in Louisiana with his wife Phoebe and son Miles and their pack of Minpins. He usually tattoos five days a week and tries sneak in a few hours painting or drawing. Micro still travels occasionally doing guest spots.

His recent addictions have been acrylics, oils, sign painting, and molesting guitars and skateboards.

Does anyone know if there is a 12-step program for art junkies...?