My father was a drinker and drug addicts. Said in his delirium he had invented the question mark. He believed that the trees were lazy because they were moving. He suffered the malaise that afflicts only the mad genius in life. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, bestiality courses in spring tap danced ... When I misbehaved I got into a bag and gave me a club locally termed normal ... The children of my age. When I was twelve I fell in love with a sheep. At fourteen a Zoroastrian named Wilma Witch in a ritual shaved my testicles.
Malignant
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