I was passing through a town by the name of Milwaukee when I met a young lad named Arthur Fonzarelli. He was a small scrappy kid, but I could see he had potential. I took him under my wing and taught him about life and such. When I decided it was time to move on, I left him with my most prized possession, my leather jacket.
I never went back to Milwaukee, but I heard he did alright for himself.
Well now that we have that outta the way... To start, I was born in the year 1989 and I was given the name Matthew, but most call me Matt or Matty but it's whatever.
I don't like wearing pants.
I can flip over a Volkswagen Beetle with my tongue.
I spent a year in Iraq training the Iraqi Police and S.W.A.T. Team as well as the Iraqi Army.
When I was 15 years old, I bench pressed a Honda Civic.
I'm also an Ordained Minister with a Doctorate of Divinity, which makes my "official" title, Rev. Matthew Smith D.D.
I tend to march to the beat of my own drum.
...Oh, and did I mention I'm awesome?