Raised by wolves in Mexico, Chris quickly showed a massive disrespect for authority, which would plant the roots for the tone of his songs. One Wolf-School report card read "We're going to have a lot of trouble with this one". And they did. They really did.

Some time after, who cares when, Chris wandered off from his pack to wolf his way around Australia, earning his keep by barking at any bar or backpackers hostels that would let him in, and also the ones that couldn't keep him out. Returning to his home land, which had now changed to England, Chris had a sense of loss in his heart. Is this really all there is? Yes, is the answer. But he'll keep asking the question to make himself seem deep and artistic.

For a while he ran with some wild packs. To this day he remains casual friends with his old bands - ist and Vitriol I.D. - they sometimes say hi if they pass on the street, and hardly ever attack each other any more. Which I think says a lot.