Favourite Quote : The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous statements like he invented the exclamation mark and accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.... |