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The early life
of Jim Kuczun is really quite uneventful. He was born in New Hampshire
on September 9, 1975. He spent most of his time there using his
overactive imagination to do god knows what, romping through the
woods, and climbing and pissing behind as many trees as he could
find (believe me, there are a lot of fucking trees in New Hampshire,
so this was actually a great feat to be accomplished if you actually
think about it). At the age of twelve, Jim's family decided to move
to Kentucky, and here he attended middle and high school in the
small and backwards town of Taylorsville. Not well liked by people
in this town, especially by the young women, except when they needed
help with their homework, Jim spent most of his time reading, writing,
and generally avoiding the inconsequential life forms that he came
in contact with. He graduated high school, number 3 in his class,
with few friends, no girl friend, a head full of useless knowledge,
and no hope.
But just as it seemed that our hero's
life couldn't get any worse, he did what most people consider the
worst mistake he ever made. He went to college at Murray State University.
This, my friends, is where the real story begins. College was a
whole new ball game for our Jim. Here he met a handful of people
that didn't fuck cows, that weren't the corporate puppets of MTV
and Rolling Stone, and generally hated everyone else as much as
he did. Here in Murray, he met women that didn't care if you played
basketball or baseball, and they actually liked you for your intelligence
(and sometimes lack of it). Here he was introduced to alcohol,
drugs, and good
music, which became three of Jim's good friends. But most of
all he met Paul.
Yes, he met Paul. And then he
met Nathan, then Bob,
then Matt, and finally Brax. The six of
them found each other, and almost instantly became the closest of
friends, feeding themselves and each other off their combined ideas
of world domination, literature, film making, anal love making,
and music, most of which took place in the local 24 hour Hardees,
where they also fed themselves massive and unhealthy amounts of
coffee, nicotine, and roast beef. They talked about their detest
for corporate puppets and the binary thinking of the normal pseudo
Christian American zombies, and made plans to fight the power. Most
of all, they came up with ideas about things. Anything and everything.
And soon their ideas were spread to the masses of the small community,
although very few took the message well.
However, the good times didn't last
long. Jim soon ran out of money and had to drop out of school. With
a stinging good-bye, he left his cohorts, moved back to Taylorsville,
and then to Louisville, where he took a minimum wage job at a grocery
store. But soon after that, he would find himself reunited with
his partners in transgressions, first with Matt and Brax moving
to Louisville, then Paul, Bob, and finally Nathan, for a short time
until he decided to go back to school. The boys were back and now
nothing could stop them from reaching their goals. Nothing except
the bar on the corner.
Jim Kuczun is a talented musician,
and an equally talented writer and artist. He is currently working
with both Lucifigous
Prick and Ultimate Nullifier, as well as his own solo project,
Single Bullet Suicide Theory. He also is working on artwork for
Matthew's new collection of poetry, permutations of a technicolor
world, as well as writings for a future untitled work of
his own. Expect great things from this one. Very great things. Especially
if he ever turns that damn Playstation off and actually does something
with his life.
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