Introduction.

I grew up in a mild mannerd, middle class suburban neighborhood north of minneapolis. The family i come from is pretty classic, two kids (i being the the younger of the two) two dogs, and a cat. My perants are good, hard-working blue collar folk. They always treated my brother and i with a great deal of respect and let us think for ourselves. It was the late 80s, and my brother and his friends were really into heavy metal, on this fateful day they were listening to something that i had'nt heard until that point, KILL'EM ALL. It was around the same time i happend to be watching t.v. one afternoon and a commercial came on that changed my life forever. I'll never forget it, the commercial was in black and white and featured two familiar faces, mars "spike lee" blackman and micheal "air" jordan. It was'nt the fact that it was another amazing commercial featuring the always entertaining duo, but it was the fact that the commercial featured what would become my "HOLY GRAIL" my "END ALL, BE ALL" shoe, the nike air jordan v, an addiction was born.