my parents separated when i was 2,
it wasnt a big deal.
my mum had ladies nights with vodka and madonna music and my father compensated with toys and money.
this lead to a day dreaming child who withdrew into a world of day dreams and who spent most of his days listening to karen carpenter staring out windows dreaming of a world where he was an artist and where people listened to men like he was going to be.
he hoped people would rejoice in individualism and not just envy it.
he is still hoping.
and listening to the carpenters.
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