Scott Harrison was conceived in a New Jersey motel room in late 1964. After a complex series of cell divisions and a seemingly endless period of gestation, he was born in Oklahoma at the tender age of zero. Much of his early childhood was spent consuming large quantities of sugar while watching the television test pattern before dawn. This process, augmented by the deteriorating video montage accompanying the national anthem created in his mind a paradigm of the underlying mystical unity of the universe which would only be fleetingly glimpsed during psychedelic experiences in his teens and early twenties. He spent the early nineties learning to tattoo in Boston and Chicago, culminating in a Bardo-like period in New Orleans, Louisiana from which he was rescued by a votive candle dedicated to Saint Jude Thaddeus that brought him to New York City. After passing through his spiritual "death" in New Orleans, he began to experience a mirror-like reflection of his biography. He is currently retracing his steps backward towards reintegration with the transcendent oneness that sounds somewhat like a test of the Emergency Broadcast System in the moist womb of Portland, Oregon.