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The Closest I Ever Came To Death Was Masturbating With A 104-degree Temperature.

My Background Is Degradation And Sloth, Mostly.

It Has To Do - I Think - With Growing Up In An Apartment, With My Aunt And My Cousins Right Next Door To Me, With The Door Open, With Neighbors Walking In And Out, With People Yelling At Each Other All The Time.

When I Was Living In New York And Didn't Have A Penny To My Name, I Would Walk Around The Streets And Occasionally I Would See An Alcove Or Something. And I'd Think, That'll Be Good, That'll Be A Good Spot For Me When I'm Homeless.

Pretty Good. Pretttttttty, Pretttttttttty, Pretttttty Good.