
As a tike in Delaware, he played the organ, carved tombstones with his grandfather, and inherited a love of fast cars from his dad. He screwed off in school and only found solace when he was painting the Stray Cats logo on the back of his jean jacket or spraying flames on a buddy's truck in the school parking lot. A '68 Camaro became his 1st true love, at least until it got run over by a tanker truck. After school he tried to find work as a sign painter in Ocean City, Maryland, but was told to beat it. He moved to Virginia Beach, and for years his creative outlet consisted of designing window displays for a surf shop chain.