Born a Vazquez, listened to fireside stories of a great grandfather who washed his hands clean at Mt. Malduvous. Offspring-ing in the result of his father’s copulous activities.Mother, blue blood with stiff DNA and great rolling r’s. Father, an anglo in the making,seldom seen shaker and mover, always behind a sturdy oak door,a patron to be revered,feared and steered clear of. Herbertson,a strong name meaning; "The Lengthiest Woven Hare Hair in a Gene Pool of Six". Used to dance dirty with siblings and paper cups but would prefer profiling the hatcheries these days. Always with a fresh set of gelatin soles and fantastic laces,never without a crisp,creased ten spot face up, with his palms down knowing his pockets run deep when cleaning up after five star meals. In all honesty this man has man hands and a sermon for his every fellowship.