One day George was driving in the country and hit a snake with his truck. He went back for the dead snake, put it in a duffel bag, and took it home. He had to go to a faculty meeting the next afternoon—George really fucking hated faculty meetings—so he brought the duffel bag with him and kept it under the table. A few minutes into the meeting, he opened it up and started yelling, “Snake! Sweet Jesus!” until he had cleared the room.
—Katie Burgess, studied with Singleton at the Greenville Fine Arts Center
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