One time in Los Angeles, I took off all of my clothes in front of an audience in the hundreds; pulled out a well oiled stainless steel Stanley razor blade; incised 3 deep lacerations into my face/scalp; and stood there until my genitilia was dripping in blood.
I was in a very unstable point in life where the only thing I knew for sure, was that I didn’t give a single goddamn fuck. I sure as hell took that oppurtunity to make that statement. After that, I duct-taped a mic to my face, hopped behind the drums and played a soIid set with TFR. Thereafter, everyone cleared a path wherever I roamed as if I was a leper from the Black Plague. Fuck it. No one likes a crazy person, unless they are too.