And yet I am speechless for I have lost another divine talent and my childhood is never going to be the same. As a fellow singer/dancer/painter/love maker I totally understand how life can be so complicated sometimes, and I would be lying if I were to say that I haven’ struggled… I would be a fraud if I said I never dabbled, that I never inhaled. Shit yeah I inhaled, because being extraordinarily high makes us entertainers bleed genius material. Ill smoke anything, ask my sister. We used to roll up dried leaves from the yard in pieces of binder paper, often our math homework, and light these gigantic “blunts” with the BBQ that I was forced to assemble in order to learn the importance of “reward.” We never even used that god damned grill, except for one time, in the rain, to reheat some boneless skinless chicken breasts. My stepdad insisted on wearing a highly flammable poncho while holding a broken umbrella in one hand and tongs in the other. I wish the microwave would have broken more often, because this is my one and only childhood memory. Oh yeah, and Whitney too. Wasn’t she in Space Jam?