When I was younger I had an aunt who encouraged me to try Origami, the Japanese art of paper folding. Folding paper sounded so much more fun to me than things like baseball and masturbation, so I jumped in with both feet. Like most beginners, the first step was to master the quintessential Origami pattern - the crane:
Once I had that one down, I moved on to pieces that were slightly more complicated, like this dragon:
As my ability improved, I tried to make my foldings more personal. I wanted my art to reflect who I was and what interested me. One of my most prized pieces was this toilet made from a dollar bill (It actually flushed, too!)
Eventually, as with all great artists, obsession took over. I stopped eating. I stopped bathing. All I wanted to do was fold. It was when I woke up from a five-day folding binge and found this Origami hermaphrodite that I knew that I had a problem and that it was time to find a new creative outlet.