Born in a log cabin, J has no idea who he is. At ten, he awoke to find himself in the woods with a pen and a paper that said, “J.M. Valentino, ten, a log cabin is where I spent most of my days.” Figuring he was not a rapper, he decided he was a writer. Why? Because, this was either a sign of his talent or one hell of a curveball. And here we are.
Also, I forgot to mention. It was dark and raining that, so he has this weird thing with film-noir and, you know what ignore it. Mabye it’s just a phase.