I don’t know if he was really hungry. My sister called him a performance artist. The old general store in Madrid, New Mexico was still a general store. It was the 1970s. There, in a corner out of sight of the proprietor, I watched a guy open a can of dog food with a Swiss Army knife. I was shocked that he hadn’t paid for it. I was about eight and don’t think I’d ever seen a person commit a crime. Then, staring at me, he started eating from the can with two fingers, licking them after each mouthful.