Nowhere in the report is Papa’s drawing explained by him. He has drawn this image again and again—a crayon version of his father. The boy renders Supreme proudly, to look like his name, with a head large enough to hold a great brain. His mouth is usually open, and covered in what might look like a grate to an outsider. But to Papa, this is clearly a depiction of Supreme’s gold teeth—the “grills” that resemble braces—his most prized possession. The portrait is one of dignity, not psychosis.
