In the year 2004 a year after entering the army, mr nasty decided to get a wheelie popping machine. he was a long time friend of a founding member of scooter trash and soon found himself in the shop working on bikes and finally under the lights. while still holding true to his squidly values, this flagrant man whore-alcholic can be found traveling the world defending america when not on his motor bike. mr nasty does this shit cause he loves it and loves the brotherhood of riding, although his family treats him like a black sheep for even owning a bike, hell never live without one.

Favorite Trick: Not Crashing
Inspiration: It gets me laid
Best Memory: Recreated everytime i learn a new trick