gone and the front inch or so of my
hair was completely burned off.
From an adult’s point of view, I
was destructive and out of control,
but as a child I didn’t think of it that
way. I never wanted to destroy. I
wanted to create. I wasn’t burning
my eyebrows. I was creating fire. I
wasn’t breaking overhead
projectors. I was creating chaos, to
see how people reacted.
And I couldn’t help it. There’s a
condition kids suffer from, a
compulsive disorder that makes
them do things they themselves
don’t understand. You can tell a
child, “Whatever you do, don’t draw