Musezine 20

Its not the first person view I see life through. It’s a lens that
is wide or single, but most importantly round and square. The
haven, my escape from reality can’t you see: movies from
Scorsese to the Andersons, from the little films that could,
to the oldies that have won critical acclaim, to a whole lot of
globes, even little statues that tell the world, “#$@%! Nothing
is impossible.” You see, the closest thing that I got to a perfect
family comes in the form of the Griswolds or the Tenenbaums.
Dysfunctional is how I was meant be. Loneliness has followed
me my whole life.
So hitch a ride with the driver of my imaginary taxi, and with
my only friend - not my friend in reality, but you may have
seen them a few times on TV. From Scott Pilgrim or Nick
Twist to Bueller, Bueller, Bueller - the youth that is revolting
is what I wish to be. And somehow they really are the only
people who understand me.
When my home is crumbling all around me like a building
that wouldn’t last two minutes in a Michael Bay movie, when
my world becomes a wasteland like in Beyond Thunderdome,
my own Aunty Enity looks like Jabba the Hutt and thinks he
has the Juice. The Bishop of my life, the one who cannot be
named, my brother who I wish was from another mother, is my
natural disaster, my Sharknado.