Name: Jason Slade<br>
Age: 24-25<br>
Occupation: Guitarist<br>
Hometown: Denver, Colorado<br><br>

He grew up in Denver, all his life Bones had a bit of a problem.  He liked attention.  No matter what it took to get it either.  Mostly..it was trouble that got attention put on him.  Fighting…stealing…mostly car theft.  He loved stealing cars…talk about a rush now.  That was a fucking rush it was.  He stole his first car when he was 11...should have seen him trying to drive it.  Shit sorta went down hill from there too.    He had a crowd of friends too…the type folk avoided…at least the good people anyhow.  His closest friend then, was Willow Shea.  Almost a Bonnie and Clyde they were, cept he was usually trying his damndest to keep her out of trouble.<br><br>

At the age of fifteen He got his first guitar.  His parents laughed at him.  Course he bought it to piss them off, fter all..they had to listen to him learning to play the thing.  He kept at it…he actually figgered out how to make noise that sounded good from that old guitar.  It was a harmony…it come from a Fingerhut Catalog.  <br><br>

After that…shit got bad.  He got caught one too many times stealing a car…not to mention he had a habit of taking the wrap for something he didn’t do…well at least once he did.  For Willow.  He wanted to keep her out of trouble.  He got his ass sent to Juvenile lockup.  Spent almost two years there….he was due to get out when one of the hard asses there..picked a fight with Bones.  Bones got a malicious wounding charge…and spent nigh to three years in a medium max security prison.  He got out when he was 21.<br><br>

He got out..with a year of parole.  During that year..he made a couple contacts…some small town managers in Denver.  They set up a meeting with a small lable that catered mostly to the Military shows on base at Ft. Carson…as well as catered to a lot of lounges.   Eventually he made a contact that brought him here to the City..to Ouroboros records.  He had been working there as a session player for bout three months when he got a phone call.  His lil brother in denver had gotten killed in a drug buy gone bad.  He had went home.  His mum hadn’t took it well.  The last near to six months had been spent there.<br><br>

He was back in the City now.  Ready to make some bank….who knew..maybe even make a name for himself.  Last night..at a St. Pattys day party…he got asked to play for a gig with the Insanity.  Perhaps..things were off to a good start.  <br><br>

Celeb Claim………..Benji Madden