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December 12, 2001
It happened while I was in one of my darkest and deepest funks. Trained professionals would have called it ‘depression.’ I worked every day but then went home and slept until it was time to eat and repeat the process. Meals came in a McDonald’s bag.

Occasionally I boiled white rice.

And once, I let the leftover rice sit in a bowl and fester in my kitchen sink until it started moving. That was my introduction into maggots. I knew they existed but hadn’t a clue about how or where. My amateur experiment gave me all the proof I needed.