Hatched in NJ from a bowling ball on a rainy April day (Rain in April? Who woulda' thunk?) Adam survived under the wing of the ThunderChicken. Living off of eggshells and acorns Adam survived the wilderness to be cast away into a realm of dilusional enlightenment in a place of block walls and barred windows. Smudging his first works upon these walls with fecal matter, he tried to communicate with the other creatures with little success. After years of failed attempts at life, he was reborn through the servants of Zoroastrianism - he cast away the Devils Piss and is now under the command of the client.