Devils and Babies • Harmony Korine

When I was young my dad bought me a pair of uneven stilts. He always bought me gifts like trampolines and model kits. When I was old enough he bought me a hooker. He told me that she was his friend and that she liked little boys. I was in love with a ballet girl named Shirly. She was short and beautiful, she wore silver slippers and black bifocals. When I made love to the prostitute my father watched, he was telling me what to do, “Good job, now rub her ass.” My father hated ballet so he refused to let me see Shirly. Excerpt from Devils and Babies.