Spader the Fool was born and raised in Queens, New York, where he spent the majority of his youth riding the subways and buses. It was on these dingy and dangerous modes of transportation that he saw the best the city had to offer, those beautiful murals sprayed across the car exteriors and exposed brick walls, those bright spots offered to a cold and uncaring metropolis by a covert group of loveable miscreants armed only with fat markers, spray paint, and a wicked imagination. Spader the Fool is a former animation major, corporate America escapee, and pop culture addict. He is a lover of vibrant color and fever dreams who has at least a million stories to tell. Spader the Fool believes in cryptozoology and thinks he would and could be best friends with the Mothman and/or Jersey Devil. He is easily bribed with candy, pastries, and art supplies. He believes James Spader is the best actor on earth, living or dead, and will fight you if you even think of disagreeing. Seriously, he loves James Spader and considers Tuff Turf one of the few flawless films.