Born in the frozen wasteland known as the west side of Edmonton. Tasked to open and close boxes in a warehouse setting I yearn to break free and fight petty crime as a masked vigilante. I would bring my unique brand of violent justice to jaywalkers and litterbugs everywhere. Until my greatness is finally realized I figured I would kill some time with this interwebz thing people keep talking about. Born in the year of the monkey, smelling of slightly spoiled meat…I am Rancid Monke.