This is an angry letter sent to my agent after I destroyed the morality of an entire town while performing at a high school prom.
One day I asked my geometry teacher about the “69” position.
This is the FIRST bad letter ever sent to my mother. It is from pre-school. No shit.
Torturing a teacher in 8th grade.
Police report from the local paper. I may or may not have stolen my neighbor’s bike.
Another police report, Again, little hazy if I was involved…”
Je ne parle Francais.
I was often high in high school
I was often drunk and belligerent in college.
This teacher missed my genius. Entirely.
