Animals can really be a nuisance, shitting and pissing all over the house. Sometimes you'd like to kick the crap out of little poopsie, but you don't because you love the darling little vermin.

Painting my anger toward my beloved cat was a better way of releasing it than actually kicking him.

The boy is me as a child. I used to keep a cemetery in my back yard were I buried all the small creatures that I tortured to death for fun. My father made me take down all the crosses and headstones that I'd so carefully created only after our neighbors complained. They said it was bizarre, and I was no longer allowed to play with their son, (who I hit in the head with a claw hammer and sent to the hospital. ... He died of a brain hemorrhage 10 years later.).

After they took away my cemetery I read a story about headhunters. The story inspired me to devise a way to burn away most of the flesh from the skulls of my victims. My parochial school friends and I wore the skulls on strings around our necks. We called ourselves "The HEADHUNTERS".

My friends were Irish Catholics and had to confess and make atonement for their sins on Sundays. They would tell me that I was going to Hell because I was not a Catholic and could not be forgiven by the priest for these crimes ... but they would be OK ... and keep right on killing!

I thought that was a bizarre and selfish religion. Religion can be evil. It's what men have created, they have twisted the meaning of God to serve their own purposes.