Yeah, Yeah. I, I Don't Think I'm

And Uh, I'm Glad That I Still Have My Hands And My Eyes To Work With.

And During My College, At The End Of The Junior Year I Worked In A Mine.

No Matter How Thin You Slice It It's Still Baloney.

I Didn't Have Any Real Art Training, But When I Was About Twelve Nad Thirteen, Another Boy And I Went To A Sign Painter's House Every Friday Night And Took Lessons.

Many Of The Younger Generation Know My Name In A Vague Way And Connect It With Grotesque Inventions, But Don't Believe That I Ever Existed As A Person. They Think I'm A Nonperson, Just A Name That Signifies A Tangled Web Of Pipes Or Wires Or Strings That Suggest Machinery. My Name To Them Is Like A Spiral Staircase, Veal Cutlets, Barber's Itch — Terms That Give You An Immediate Picture Of What They Mean.