PurpleTraitor

I don't know ka-rate, but I know ca-razy



Purple Kozeliski was born on the east side of semi-small, coalmining, railroad town in the high desert of New Mexico. Young Kozeliski played with Legos, was the curtain puller for Half Pint Windom Rides West, read his favorite book when he was 14, and left his senior yearbook under the desk of his final period class where it promptly disappeared.



At the dawn of manhood, Mr. Kozeliski dropped his place of residence down over 6,000 feet to the Empire State and assumed another identity which still haunts him today. It was here where he learned how to properly drive and park an automobile. He missed his Legos, played the part of a Purple-faced bartender, re-read his favorite book in 2001, spent a lot of time visiting Long Island, and the day before leaving, broke a coffee mug over his left foot leaving a scar which still haunts him today.



Kozeliski then took himself and his scar to the flat oven known as North Texas. He finally properly introduced himself to the 21st century and got a computer connected to the intermess. It eventually got the better of him; he was abducted by myspace in September of 2005. His friend ID number (29389098) and it's corresponding barcode was tattooed on the back of his neck, and he could never again do or say anything without being closley observed by the ever watchful eye of the Purpletraitor.



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