“Jerk! Asshole! Monster!” yelled a mob that chased me down a street. And as I ran, I wondered, “How did I get to this point in my life?”
Was it because I'd made a pair of earrings out of human fetuses, or was it because I'd eaten a human testicle? Or was it because I tried to crush a rat in the name of art?
But before I answer these questions, I want to make it perfectly clear that I didn’t act alone. Many people helped me. However, due to the controversial nature of my art, I have decided not to name them. But they know who they are and to them I will always say, “Thank you.”