When I was 19, me and my girlfriend, Converse, were staying with a family in Morocco. A few days earlier, we were in the Marrakesh market place and some guy was selling 3 rotting goat heads while sitting on the ground. Flies were buzzing all around him and landing in his eyes and I was like, "What exactly is the shelf life of a goat head?" - Some woman came up to us and was bashing herself in the head with a rock. Blood was running down her face and she held out her hand for some money. I gave her 20 cents to go away. - Charles Locke (Govatsos)