Gene Palazkou was born on a crisp and frosty night in the valleys of central Belarus. He was raised on the streets, and spent most of his time being a renegade, and gambling by the Lenin Memorial. At a juvenile age he embarked his journey to the land of opportunities. With only $15 dollars and the Adidas tracksuit on his back, he was reborn into a new world. The promised land was bitter, and it left bruises on his morale. Writing letters to the motherland, and journaling was his only elude until he began to compose about his domain. He slung his jacket around his waist in the dark rain, and began his lightless adventure. His newfound passion led him to the humble classroom of journalism, and the rest is history.