Someone had really, really ticked me off. I really, really had to harness stuff like that, to keep from exploding. That was one of those days when I almost crossed the line. I was getting ready to go to class, and I hadn’t done my homework. I was just furious. I was just on the paper like a little kid, and I was darkening it out. People would try to talk to me, but I couldn’t hear their voices—I couldn’t hear nothing they were saying—and when I got to class, they thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. I was shocked. I really don’t think of myself as an artist, to be honest.