Once upon a time there was this little boy, living in a perfectly happy family. Then the boy grew older and mean and started to make a real fuzz at kindergarten and later on in school. His parents hated his guts and when the boy turned 12 daddy had left the family. His mom blamed the little boy, with all rights. He had ruined the familys economy by destrying public and private property at school and in the neighbourhood. Also he had made it impossible for moms custumors to come around the familys house for business purposes. The boy grew and grew, suddenly he was more manlike than childlike, and mommy was put in jail for taxcrime. The boy was alone, by him self, solo, and it was GREAT!

When the old lady eventually was released, the little menace had started a business of stealing and selling drugs. As this was a dangerous and hard world to get around in, he developed an alter ego that everyone would like. He was now sinking deeper and deeper in to the void of trouble that recent hospital visits are built upon.

After school (which he now had skipped out of, even though his mom did not know about it) he was rehearsing with different bands at a local pub, where he offcourse was not allowed in to due to his young age. There he learned to play the harmonica and he also found his dear beloved drink of choice: J.D.

Soon after the not so loving mother thru the boy out of the so called home, so she could straighten out the custumor issue and start making some money again. Our anti hero now moved in downstairs of the pub in a very cold and dark winecellar. Rats, cockroaches and angry bartenders was now eveydaylife for this growing man. Everyday he worked his fingers to the bone washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. Angry and with growing psychological problems he got his nickname Maniac from one of the alcoholics in the bar.

This restaurant was also the place where he met Bedlam, his companion to be, one sunny morning with a beautiful teenagemom looking for work. As you may have guessed… Maniac almost immediately fell in love with this woman and for years he tried to get her to see him. Not so lucky, but when little Bedlam was left at an orphanage for mentaly retarded kids, I lost all contact and for the small possibility that she might show up to claim her kid one day, I kind of got stuck with the bastard.

Working their way up in the world, Maniac and Bedlam quit selling dope in schools. They got really tired of the lawenforcement constantly picking on them. The dynamic duo now learned to play the guitar and found out less illegal ways to make a living. The restaurant had been closed after a visit from the health department and since Maniac and Bedlam didn’t have a home they both moved back into Maniacs moms house. Turned the livingroom into rehearsal and advertised in different magazines for members to the band – the band that many years later came to be Killer Clan of F.U.N.