What can YOU say in six sentences?
1972: Took my first summer job, cleaning kennels, and saved enough to buy my own brand new bedroom suit: Mediterranean-style with red velvet inlays.
1975: Lost my virginity, if spilling seed by another’s hand counts.
1976: Lost my virginity for real, if the former doesn’t.
1982: The best dressed and youngest person at the clinic in downtown Birmingham, I sold my blood for $20, which put $10 worth of gas in my ’72 Maverick’s tank and a loaf of bread, three pounds of weiners, some mustard, dry limas and a bag of grits -- enough for two weeks -- in mine.
1991: I told my newspaper’s racist owner, “Fuck you,” and wound up becoming the publisher.
2001: I returned from a safari in South Africa with the desire to buy canvasses, brushes and paints, and I’ve not stopped since that very FIRST painting: AIDS orphans singing and dancing around a campfire.