Born on a cold November afternoon in the middle of the Detroit Lions season, Jon had bad luck thrust upon him at an early age. Gifted with the eyesight of a mole and the teeth of a jackal, Jon was constantly ridiculed in elementary school; having a last name like "Moody" didn't help either. His only defense came in the form of a Transformers lunchbox, which he called "The Defender." Ironically, it was used on his sisters more than schoolyard bullies.

Having four elementary schools converge into one middle school made the next three years equally enjoyable. High school finally leveled the playing field somewhat, allowing Jon to hustle at euchre or spades for food in the local cafeteria, huff fumes in the back of the art room and say things like "What the Hell?" which would ultimately result in Jon spending an afternoon in detention.

College occurred after high school, but given the subject matter involved, may be best left alone. Mainly due to Jon's insistence that Miller Lite's brewers depended upon his continued patronage, most of the college days cannot be recalled as accurately as they were lived. However, there is a $45,000 piece of paper somewhere in the basement that proves that college did, in fact, happen.

After that, life came strolling in. Jobs were found, cars turned to stones, beer was drank, a wife was found online. Throughout the entire ordeal, Jon has been lucky enough to have had continued support for his art and music skills. So much so, that 2009 finds him juggling being a professional musician, graphic designer and husband. He much prefers this to juggling chainsaws or flaming batons.

And that's the truth...sort of. He never did call his lunchbox "The Defender."