When I was about five or six, I was sexually attracted to Bugs Bunny. I cut out this Bugs Bunny off the cover of a comic book and carried it around with me. I carried it all around, in my pocket, and I took it out and I looked at it periodically. And it got all wrinkled up from handling it so much that I asked my mother to iron it on the ironing board to flatten it out. And she did, and I was deeply disappointed ’cause it got all brown when she ironed it, and brittle, and crumbled apart.