Mother Lives!
Well, at least I know I have three readers. I have received a few emails with kind sympathies over the loss of my mother and the fact I raised my two brothers at a young age. This is based on my About page where I give the abbreviated version as to how I went on to become the famous wannabe that I am today.
I’ll chalk this misunderstanding up to lousy writing. First, let me say thank you so much for the kind words. Second, allow me to shed some light on this tragic story. My mother did indeed tell me, when I was 14, that she had six months to live. In fact, she has had six months to live for the last 24 years now.
I’m sure there is a hard-to-pronounce word for this compulsive behavior and need for attention. I did, however, essentially take care of not only my brothers, but basically mom too. Until in ’89 I had enough and moved out, never looking back.
My mother still has six months to live. The “middle” brother is with his 2nd wife, who he hates. As far as I know he’s a cook at a sub shop or something. My youngest brother is with a woman exactly twice his age. He’s 27, has never had a job, and loves Guns & Roses. I hope that clears everything up….