Within the concrete walls of my wolf den, with all of my drawings of naked hairy women (who all have HaIry TAcoS between their legs, of course!) hanging on the walls, and with all of my bloody crosses and crucifixes to keep me company, I feel right at home. When I get home from work all hot and sweaty, the first thing I do is strip naked and put on my "Communion Clothes." My "Communion Clothes" consist of these cut-off blue denim shorts and a white, button-down shirt covered in red paint. The red paint is meant to symbolize my howling wolfen soul and the passion I have for my art and for speaking with the spirits of dead wolves. Yes, that is what I mean by "communion," speaking with the dead wolves and letting them enter my body, have sweet intercourse with my soul, as they whisper to me what I must do that night. Often, they tell me what to have for dinner, and on the night I made this photoset they told me to have TACOS!! HAHAHAHA!! My hairy hand always gets the taco, mother fucker. Don't you ever forget that.