Guess I'm 2nd man out! I'm 30, luckily don't look it, and don't you dare remind me. Let's put it like this: I've had the odds stacked against me for the majority of my formative years, my parents were way too young when they got me, my mom was always off working and my stepdad was a narcissistic alcoholic with a mild messiah-complex. I was the only "colored" kid in class, and 1 out of 3 in the entire school. My dad never really wanted anything to do with me either, so I grew up feeling neglected, lonely, and ashamed of things I could do nothing about. Those feelings in time turned into rage. I turned to juvenile outlets like drugs and violence to channel my anger, which got me separated from my family by order of the Norwegian equivalent of Child Protective Services. I was institutionalized from 14 to 18 and later on incarcerated in my early 20s for something I did at age 17. That's when I decided to turn things around. But to say I was lost is an understatement. I had moved around all my life, no roots anywhere, no habits, no traditions, no guidance. And there were many years left until I understood the power in that. I thought I just needed a job, some place to live, and to get a girlfriend, and then everything would make sense. I managed to get all of them, yet the emptiness and feeling of being lost did not dissipate. However, I have always had music, an entrepreneurial spirit, and great friends. Which is how me and Tommy first got to know each other. I dove deeper into music, and with the help of my network I have since managed to start a record company, become Director of Music in an organization that hosts events, and a recording artist.