My wife married me to fit a narrative.
My mother had me to have a caretaker.
My father chose to stick around because he had to, and is and was ill equipped to raise me.
I left my home and my friends 5 years ago and I don’t think it really mattered.
I’m probably the 3rd most important guy in my job that requires 3 people.
I make art that no one cares about.
I’m not part of the ruling elite, and I’m a fat male person of color, so I don’t necessarily “count.”
Like what do I do? If I start to do everything in service of me, all of what I have goes away and I’ll finish the job of having and being nothing. Because then I don’t talk to any of those people anymore. And I won’t find anyone else.
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