Mr. Winston and I had already discussed:

How what I'd done was vile and on par with kicking disabled kittens.

That I was on the path to becoming a criminal and likely would spend the rest of my life in jail giving myself homemade tattoos with a needle and Bic pen.

That the statue was a work of art, and would I dare to ear the arm off the Mona Lisa? He didn't think so.

That I was a disappointment to him, my family, my boyfriend, my fellow students, and likely all of Western civilization.

Auteur: Eileen Cook