I was younger I had an obsession with cutting things. My sister had to be maybe 11 months and I decided that cutting her eyelashes with a toenail clipper was appealing. My younger sister has always had long eyelashes, I look at her now and want to pry them away from her eyes like fake eyelashes. My mother eventually found out. I straight up told her I did it, with no fear. She didn’t hit me, which I was expecting, but rather told me to cut my own eyelashes. And I did just that, I was then beaten.

I got my tattoo, I was sixteen. My brother and his friends all piled up in a car to drive to some house in L.A.. The “shop” was a flimsy shack in the back of a house. We enter and see a woman getting a large palm tattoo on her booty to cover an existing tattoo. I got my tat on my left thigh, recommended by one of the customers. It cost 9$.

I first saw Disney’s The Beauty and the Beast, how excited I was to see the beast become a human again only to be disappointed by the sight of his weird nose and yellow hair and wishing he would have stayed a beast instead.

I was young and hatin’ I suppose.