I get along with most people. I like to joke around once in awhile. I love to live life to the fullest enjoying time with my family, extended family and friends. I have a clear head most of the time, and pay attention to what I am doing. I'm an artist not in the art sense, but in I write songs. I usually keep it a secret, and tell the guys that a friend wrote the song. They just give me a look like they don't believe me, but oh well. I'm not in it for the recognition. I just love writing them and composing them. I'm play the drums in the Anarchy band at Anarchy Bar in Reno that our club runs.

[smear:#30a26f]Positive Traits:[/smear:#9232ba:0]
1)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
2)Calm: Inclined toward tranquility and serenity. Unless I run into a snake or anything else scaly.
3)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity.
4)Sensible: Characterized by sound judgment and keen awareness.
5)Traditional: Acting and thinking in accordance with established beliefs and practices.
6)Resourceful: Capable of adapting to new situations by making do with what one has.

[smear:#9232ba]Negative Traits:[/smear:#30a26f:0]
1)Stubborn: Aren't we all?
2)Cocky: Brazenly or rudely self-confident. I can get that way competing with my cousins. It's all in good fun!
3)Evasive: Having an unforthcoming manner; avoiding self-revelation. I've become quite good when mom get's to questioning me about stuff!
4)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities. I always take extra shifts if they are offered or they need me to fill in for someone.
5)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. I don't want to let my dad down.
6)Grumpy: Definitely can get grumpy when I haven't had enough sleep or I'm starving.

I was born in Reno Nevada to a biker and a free spirit. The eldest of two boys. I was four when he was born. My protective instincts kicked in pretty fast after he was born. She took off not long after Tanner was born. Being a free spirit she'd moved onto another man. She left without a backward glance to any of us. With her having cheated on dad we were better off without her in my opinion. Dad raised us just find with grams help and our aunts. Gramps was around quite a bit too guiding us along our paths.

Growing up in the club life was the best. Getting mini bikes at a young age, and working our way up on them. Starting Motocross and having the dirt bike track. More often then not you would find us at the bar too in the back or upstairs which was part of the clubhouse. With dad working at the bar and doing tattoos that's where he worked so if Grams couldn't watch us we were there. We weren't alone either with the other kids of the club usually there too. Sometimes Jennie ended up there watching us otherwise it was probably some sweetbutt or one of the grandmothers.

Growing up together we were all close. Like one big family. So the girls in the club grew up like my sisters. So I definitely never went after one of them. I was usually one of the guys blocking other guys from them. Which probably didn't make them too happy, but oh well. That was me. A born protector. Got me in a few fights over the years, but it was worth it in my opinion to keep them safe from some prick.

When I was six I asked Santa for a drum set. It was set up by the Christmas Tree on Christmas morning. I was more than excited! To everyone's surprise I played a song right away having heard it on the radio a couple of days before. When I was asked how I knew how to play that song without sheet music I piped right back asking what sheet music was. I was handed a guitar and after a few strums was able to play the same song. Put me on a piano or any other instrument and after figuring it out I had the song down. Come to find out I could play by ear which was rare. Drums were my favorite though and I stuck to that.

Overtime I was taught was sheet music was, and after awhile I knew all the notes and where to put them. I started putting the words forming inside of me down on paper and writing songs. When we started a band when we were teenagers I brought them out after playing together with my friends for awhile. They were amazed at them, and we played them. I told them a friend kept writing them, but I don't think they believed me. So our song had original songs that drew in crowds at Anarchy Bar when we were allowed to start playing there. Before that it was at talent shows and things like that.

I can sing and have to admit I'm not that bad, but I'd rather be in the back playing the drums. A solo on them is more than enough. Sure I sing backup now and then. Right now Colt is our lead guitarist and singer. He's really good, and helps draw in the crowds to the bar. We play a lot of nights during the week, but Friday and Saturday are the busiest. It's a blast getting up there and doing what I love doing, and can't imagine doing anything else. This summer though it's been hit and miss with Anarchy Band with us all going back and forth to Washington California.

We've missed Colt though when we have played this summer. With his dad wanted by the law he's been kept there in Washington. It really hasn't been that great of a summer. Not to mention all of the girls from our charter have fallen for Washington boys. That one I still haven't been able to wrap my head around. I've been up a few times this summer along with Tanner. Dad's been back and forth too. His old lady that he's been seeing for the last five years has moved there with ties to the Washington Charter. He hasn't had an easy time with that. All six of her older brothers patched over to the Sons of Anarchy. Her son Blaine is now a prospect to the club there.

Tanner and I finally got to meet her this summer. Unfortunately it was the day that her nephew Thorn whose the Treasure of the Washington Charter was almost killed. It was in the hospital parking lot. She showed us pictures of her brothers Panhead museum they have in their garage back in New York. She's promised we'll take a trip there one day in the near future and get to see the old bikes ourselves. Come to find out she can handle a Harley herself. She's not just some rich socialite from back in New York were all finding out. So far I like her, but the judge and jury are still not totally in. Her brothers have taken to calling dad Mad Dog.

At a party after Sturgis this year dad's old Lady Olivia got hurt when the party was raided. She was sent to Area 51 and dad went too to see her. We got a call here and Uncle Micah actually shut the bar down. The first time ever, and rounded all of us up that were here in Reno. Telling us that Styles had been kidnapped by his mother which wasn't good at all. So were all headed that way with the club coming together. Though I have a feeling that us younger ones are going to get left behind when they do find him. There way of protecting us, and not letting us prove ourselves. I can see their points, but some of us are getting older, and ready for the outlaw part of the club life.