"It's all down hill from here"
"Fuck it, at least I don't have to pedal!"
Rich Chadwick is a byproduct of the 80's. Neither here or there, he trawls the murkiest clubs, pubs and burger bars of the South in search of tales of sonic excess, loose change & a full set of venereal diseases.
Little is known about Rich's beginnings, all that can be certain is that he was an accident caused by mixing the key ingredients of boy (slugs, snails and puppy dog's tails) with a few of "her" sort-of favorite things (Raindrops on nettles, whiskers on women, rusty blue kettles and a tramp's holey mittens). He is a fedex brown package, with no need for string. He's just one of those forgotten things!
I am also the creator of two new elements, certaintanium and possiblonium. :D