He was subjectively an untalented man but when he was at college the FBI kept prank calling him as part of a fun test, where they’d call him “Supafreak” and then hang up giggling.

As expected, this broke him and so he spent the rest of life downtown and created impressive art out of everyday junk and used DHL to ship them to company addresses.

In his tone poems (yes he was a psycho cereal muncher so he knows poetry) he scatted about how slavery could be a utopian vehicle.