I grew up in the small town of Hjo in Sweden. I had a happy childhood even though my mom and dad worked hard. As the opportunity to move to the US became a reality i started acting out. My parents didn’t really pick up on this as a reaction to our move. So i was forced to leave my friends and life behind. I shied away from what my parents considered “normal”. Instead i took refuge in skate parks, and my tag “Mashtyx” was seen more or less all over my new hometown, and i made a sport out of tagging government buildings. Finally my parents became used to me disappearing for a few days on end. As i'm nimble and almost catlike, i'm able to evade deadly dangers. Years on skateboards has proven worthy training. And keeping my head down, avoiding the fuzz can be applied to all dangers. The only question is whether i have some interest in not giving up.

I'm of Swedish descent, a tagger and a bit of a troublemaker. I started rebelling when i was 16, dyed my hair black and cut it in a way i liked it. In my early teens, my parents thought i lacked that thing that makes everyone else "normal". I may have gone too far when my friends, not thinking well, dared me to tag the old asylum...