kibera

"Animal testing is a terrible idea. They get nervous & give all the wrong answers."

Kenyan observer.

When I was born I was so surprised, I didn't talk for a year and a half. I live and work (very loosely speaking) in San Francisco. Before that I was a competitive rutabaga farmer - probably one of the best, you know, not to put too fine a point upon it. But the pressure got to me one rude October morning, and I ran screaming from the turnip fields. Onlookers were moved to tears, but genius has its limits. Before that I was on the East Coast dabbling in non-objective line art created chiefly from alfalfa and fresh brussel sprouts. It would be but the smallest of exagerrations to say I redefined the form, the stub of a burnt Gauloise or Gitane dangling provocatively from my lips. Before that I lived in London composing an altogether staggering array of tortured sonnets for small-boned children with low self-esteem. I am told my unwavering attention to proper Petrarchan form left many of these sad-eyed elfin-like tots downright morose. And before that... well I was in East Africa growing up, Kenya to be precise. And before that.. well, like I said, the first year and a half were quiet.