“He told stories merrily, clearly relishing the chance to confirm various extreme rumors. “What I do,” he said matter-of-factly, “is stab people, and eat snakes and chickens onstage.” Finally, he directed me to a briefcase across the room and told me to bring him one of the forks inside. The utensil’s handle was wrapped in dirty athletic tape, and when I got close enough to hand it to him I immediately regretted the decision.”
— Graeme Wood for The Atlantic
