pends on whatcha mean by 'sick'.
What about spontaneous generation? Isn't that where maggots come from?
One time, when I went to NY Shitty, I saw this guy standing there, admist the chaos of sprawling humanity out for a Sunday walk, with his lace-less boots hanging open, totally disheveled, reeking, stained. He'd fished the fat rind trimmed from a raw steak out of the trash, and he's whacking himself in the face with it, and sucking out it, and whacking himself in the face with it, and shouting "I'm crazy! I'm crazy!"
"Fuck yeah, you are." I said.