I was born a three-dollar pie. I needed an operation… they tried to eat me.

The doctors got me mixed up with the baby of the family in the room next door, and turned me into a black butterfly. My parents were completely thrown. They wanted to hug and love me, but they couldn’t touch me because they were afraid they’d wipe the powder off of my wings. Finally after the third operation I was made into a person.

Also, I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus on highway 41. It’s true.

I think that having been born a pie, then turned into a butterfly before becoming human really shaped who I am today. I don’t see the world as others do, and I have more sympathy for pastries and winged beings. But still I’m glad to have finally decided to become a starfish. It’s more comfortable for sleeping, and who wouldn’t want that?