Fester Famine

James was born in the hauntingly romantic southern city of New Orleans, a place where the dead are commonly seen walking among the living. His acute musical skills led him to North Texas State University (UNT) but his general maladjustments led him to Wallstreet where he nurtured relationships with the soulless legions that continue to guide this world into darkness. After a tragic incident on the Las Vegas strip following an all-night bender of Poker and Pornstars, the hotel decided that his bill still must be paid in full despite being dead. Thus, he was resurrected via nipple clamps, Cialis® and one stormy night. When the dust settled in the desert, he stumbled away in search of like-minded individuals, after all they are yummy. He has consumed the brains of many famous economists and industry leaders giving him unique insights and inability to be prosecuted because after all, he IS dead. Dead men tell no tales but they do appreciate booty. He now lives a "quiet" life in a historic haunted hotel in downtown Houston with his Tabby cat McLovin.