It’s more incredibly literally true than you’ll ever know. But that is not tonight’s point. My reality is of no interest to anyone.
A few years ago, I thought I’d had a hard life. Grew up on a tough Welsh estate, spent a while homeless… but I now know my life was a fucking breeze. All the way through. I have had it easy. I had no idea just how damn lucky I was.
Remember when I said Stimpy had to take time off to go and deal with a court case? He wasn’t the accused, he was a witness.
It was a child abuse case. He was… well, you can guess.
A few years back, when the Savilator came to prominence, I said I knew nobody who was abused as a child. It was true then.
Since then, once Pandora’s box opened and all those who thought they were alone spoke up, I now have personal friends (real life and virtual, as if there is any actual difference) in double figures who went through a Hell I cannot even imagine.
So. Fucking. Many.
Christ, this old evil bastard has wet cheeks now.
Shit, the stuff I’ve heard lately would make Satan cry.
I’m the lucky one. Hell passed me by.
I just wish it had passed all the others too.