Born in the ridiculous town of Tucson, Arizona, Lewk Seiwert has been raised there since. Enjoying the scenic views of broken-bottle-filled deserts, to destroyed landscapes seen from Mt. Lemmon through a constant heavy plume of smog, to the prostitute-infested slumhole of downtown. Taking every bit of "culture" along with him, he has molded himself (of course, relatives helped) into a strapping young lad. Most of his time is spent enjoying the finer things in life (the internet) and wondering when the next time he is going fishing is going to occur. Music is his greatest love of all. Ironically, he thinks Phish sucks. Musicfish would be fucking epic, though.

To put a lot of unnecessary early life bio aside, the summarization is this: he was a newborn, then an infant, then a kid. After that, a weird metamorphosis happened where he's now a more hairy version of a child, with a little bit more knowledge and a whole lot more in the way of morality [sic].

His future is uncertain, but he eats that elephant one bite at a time, and it tastes like dookie. With a calm collective deameanor, odd casual acquaintances/encounters, and some trophy-worthy grey matter between his ears, he exists to strive for excellence in anything he tries to accomplish.

He exists, and he knows it.

Fuck yeah.

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