I still have a 15¢ sticker on the frame of my law degree. It's tainted, so I just leave it in the basement.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I remember when I was prosecutor we had truancy and curfew issues and we made a refrigerator magnet, and that was hot with parents. They loved putting it up on the wall and saying, you know, if you don't follow these rules, you could get prosecuted.
I still have some of my old University essays, and I do still have my drawing book from primary year seven.
I hate bumper stickers, you can't sum anything up. All you do is paint yourself in some caricaturist corner.
In high school, a teacher's friend in the police department asked me to go into a bar and flash a fake ID saying I was 21 even though I wasn't. They were assuming the bar wasn't carding people. Anyway, she forgot to ask for it back. I used it all freshman year in college.
My dad sent Frank Sinatra a dollar bill to autograph, and when it came back, signed, he had it framed: it was always up on the wall in whatever flat we were in.
So to make those checks better, I used to steal lollipops and sell them at school - but I got caught.
They say I spend too much money, so they take it and put it away for me. What do I spend it on? Oh, old records and presents and things.
I don't have any artifacts of my profession in my house; the Oscar is in storage.
Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
The painter leaves his mark. And I just put in two statues in Rhode Island that I'm working on. And I think that's going to make me last longer than me.