Matthew McKelligon hails from a lovely all-white suburb of serene Sacramento, “the Midwest of California”.  Were it not for his father’s involvement in the Marine Corps and his mother’s affinity for the foreign, he would have surely been doomed to the same bland fearfulness suburbanites hold near and dear.  After living abroad in Japan, Switzerland and Germany; eating a lot and picking up a few languages here and there, he eventually found that it all just wasn’t different enough.  It was too clean; too proper; too tame; he had had it with the 1st Whirled.  He would mutter, “Why run all over the place just to grab a skewer, enjoy a beer, purchase a pair of jeans and take a piss, when you can do it all in the street in the 3rd Whirled?”  It’s true–he’s lazy.  Of course, he’d rather not get beheaded and he really loves his family, so he’s happy enough to call Los Angeles his home.