So, maybe it would start with this old gem...then progress onwards to my current state best summed up by this with an even more current dose of this brilliant obsession, and finally end on this charming note.
Yes, that's right...if you follow this thread of logic I somehow made the transition from young innocent child to dissolusioned homeless twenty-something with a leg injury that involves self-medication and denial, and all of this will end with animal entrails flying all over the place as I attempt to preserve sanity.
Proof that art mimics life?
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