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Rejection hurts, knowing you peaked at 12, hurts, knowing your life will never amount to be as rich, hurts, and like every other person on this planet, when the time comes to grow up ( aka becoming a daddy), we accept, deal with it and move on. Or… we sue a dead man for not loving us the same way we did. It can’t get any more cliche, ask any scorned 50 year old divorcee.
First of all let me apologize for some grammar mistakes I may do, not so much coming from indignation, but due to the fact that I am self-taught in English, and never really cared about general punctuation. Just like periods, it is necessary, but mostly annoying and stops you from doing what you really want.
And what I want, is put my thoughts in an intelligent and easy to understand manner and to share them, because there were too many contradictory things about it. Follow me on this journey of emotions and logic.
Like everyone else who has seen it, my heart cries out for these men, these boys, and the way they discovered, years later, how much they were affected. Wade seemed like the stronger one, and James looked more fragile, and I wholeheartedly understand they are suffering from a loss of something that was such a big part of their lives, or better yet, was never part of their life.
I was a fan of Michael Jackson growing up. I dare say I was hardcore. I knew all…
