>>6226238On the stage sits an older blind gentleman with a missing ear. You wonder what his story is. In his arms he holds a pretty fancy looking guitar, but what he plays is a simple-sounding folk tune. You begin to wonder what his story might be. He vaguely reminds you of the kind of people your father would bring around. They were like your father, but you liked them much more, because they actually seemed like people. Your father never actually felt like a human being to you. He was into all this hippy and spirituality shit, but it felt performative. Like he was constantly, all the time, desperately trying to prove that he was something he just wasn’t. Your father used to play in a band, a lot like you tried to do, but his had a bit more success. They never became a big name, barely a name at all, but from what you’ve heard they got by and put on a pretty good show.
Your mother came from a significantly less favourable position. She was, to be blunt, a prostitute your dad slept with a few times. Sometimes, if you’re ever feeling too confident, you remind yourself that you’re the result of a shitty motel and a fifty dollar bill. Once your mom realized she was going to have you, she tracked down your dad and practically forced him to sign the marriage certificate. No ceremony or anything. You guess she saw you as a ticket out that way of life. You don’t really blame her. You’ve known since you were a kid that your parents had no love for each other. No love at all. Now that you’re looking at it all, your life has been very devoid of love.
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