Originally hailing from the windy city, Chicago Il. St. Mark spent the last few years traveling the country avoiding creditors, warrants, exes, wage garnishments and federal taxes till he could travel no further west and ended up in Los Angeles. The Countefeit Saints discovered Mark on a lovely saturday afternoon in Venice California. Trying to drown out and scare all the hippies from twirling, banging on drums, being smelly and generally anonoying Mark positioned himself next to their drum love circle and played blast beats at 292 bpm on a drum set consisting of trash cans, buckets, and his own chest. Like roaches in a lit room the hairy, unemployed group scattered from his rhythmic assult and left the beach defeated with burning sage in hand. Impressed with both his drumming and community service skills Mark was immediately asked to join the band.
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