This is my first attempt and experiment at making an artbook. Most works are old (some of them are way back from 2004), but all of them are vile, like that one time I bit into a mouldy toast and tried

I've suffered from addiction to several drugs that have not only pissed all over my life, but also on the lives of the ones I love the most. I've already lost two of my closest friends to opiates. You'd

Years later, I found a little box where in the spur of childhood fantasies I kept my most prized possessions. It was empty. Had I not wanted anything as a child? Perhaps I had lost everything. I remember