I Am An Artist, And

I Don't Want To Make Money; I Want To Make A Difference.

My Grandmother Is Basically Blind, But She Can Make Out The Lighter Parts, Like My Skin And Hair. She Says, 'i Can See You, Because You Have No Pants On.' So I'll Continue To Wear No Pants So That My Grandma Can See Me.

I Would Stare Into The Bright Lights And Imagine I Could Do Anything. Be Anything. And I Would Tell Myself It Would Be Me Up There One Day.

I Write About What I Know: Sex, Pornography, Art, Fame Obsession, Drugs, And Alcohol. I Mean, Why Would Anyone Care To Listen To Me If I Wasn't An Expert In What I Write About?

I Have Been Addicted To It, And It's Ultimately Related To Anxiety Coping, And It's A Form Of Self-medication, And I Was Smoking Up To 15 To 20 Marijuana Cigarettes A Day With No Tobacco.