Um, where to start. I'm not very open when it comes to my personal life because it sucks, well it did suck. It doesn't suck anymore and i'll get to that in a second or two. My real name is Cliff Rowe, Clifton Arizotti is a name that came to me in a dream and it suprisingly stuck around. I mean just saying it out loud is just straight up awesome right? Shut up, you know it's awesome. You just wish you had dreams like mine, you don't want the dreams I have they're just buck-wild crazy. Don't believe me? One night I had a dream, I was in a hotel probably a Hilton I think. There were no doors, just a square open room with a giant window over the beach. As I woke up, I pondered how I got into this situation and thought of ways to get out of it. I thought for a minute, walked up to a wall and started banging on it. As I kept pounding I eventually broke through into another room. This room was the same as the last room. So I continued on, room after room doing the same thing as last time. For hours I kept breaking through walls. Until finally I broke through and started falling to the concrete. I started to wish I could fly and my descent was dwindling til I was floating in mid-air. Is that crazy enough for you? I think so.