EXTRACT: The teachers chucked me in with the year sixes, hoping I'd get intimidated and quiet and shit. I just sit and scribble on paper all day. Six hours a day, five days a week, I'm just scribbling. Not doing pictures, fuck writing words or whatever, I'm just filling paper with grey lead. The postman liked to wipe our mail with dog shit and try to run me over with his bike. Dad gets home and kicks me in the back if I'm watching TV.