“Clothes maketh the man”... a quote befitting of Rashtafarian, because he doesn’t wear any and isn’t one, respectively. But what he lacks in apparel and virility, this axolotl makes up for in gills and amphibiousness. Rashtafarian spends his days ingesting illegal substances and his nights doing the same to the power of ten. Cut him open you’ll probably find a Bunsen burner & heaps of those curly glass chemistry tubes where his intestines should be....... yeah, just a clumsy analogy to indicate how hard-core this moist son of a bitch is.Mellower than Caramello Koala, Rashtafarian lives in a dodgy Brooklyn apartment layered in years worth of filth from parties and smashed video game nights. One winter, whilst rummaging deep under the strata of scum for kebab remains, he found his father's body mummified in ham shavings. His death, carbon dated to the early 80's, surprised Rashtafarian who actually forgot that he had a dad.
Rashman and Rashpocket first came across Rashtafarian in a sleazy bar called The Elephant And Defibrillator where he played double bass in Satan's Arse Pipe, a three piece band solely dedicated to playing jazz covers of the Bay Watch theme song. The Rashstainz and Rashtafarian hit it off like only a rodent, man and amphibian can... non-sexually and with an occasional bucket of water to keep their skin moist.
