My name is Gregory Michael Enriquez, and I was forcefully spilt upon the scene (life) on the 29th of August, 1974. The product of the union between a little white mother and a very Mexican father (who, incidentally, was out of the picture by the time I was 5), I was born and raised in the city of Phoenix, Arizona.

The first several years of My young life were lived in a big yellow trailor located in the pasture behind My grandmother's house in the shadow of South Mountain. My time spent there made Me somewhat familiar with various types of animals such as dogs, cats, horses, goats, cows, a peacock and My sister. It wasn't exactly a farm, but there were indeed a lot of animals on hand.

I honestly do not remember much more than little tidbits from that period, things like watching Kung-Fu and Battlestar Galactica religiously. The only thing that I can definately remember about that place was that those were probably the happiest times of My life. Of course I was too young to really give a shit about anything beyond Kwai Chang Caine or Starbuck and Apollo.