Yes, now it can
be revealed... this is what I really look like... My mother was
exposed to toxic waste from a leaky refrigerator while pregnant
with me. We joined a travelling circus, and I was one of the
star attractions of the sideshow. I started drawing at an early
age, scribbling on the backs of empty cotton candy boxes and
hot dog wrappers. Now, as a world-famous ultra-wealthy artist,
I can afford to create in seclusion, and when I do make my rare
ventures out into the public eye, I have a series of prosthetic
devices and latex attachments, created by Hollywood effects wizards,
that allow me to appear as normal as the next guy... |