Damien Youth

It was around 1981, I was living like a Hermit in my parents’ empty house. My mother took a job in the northern part of the state and though I was told “YOU WILL BE RE-LOCATING WITH US.” I found a way out. At this time I found great comfort and refuge in pop icons. The religious icons I was taught about didn’t really cut it for me. As a matter of fact, they only served to strike fear into my 15 year old self, imagining these old bodiless souls, hovering about, spying on me and passing judgment on my mortal soul. For they were perfect and would expect nothing but perfection from me. If I did not supply it: eternal damnation!




	It was around 1981, I was living like a Hermit in my parents’ empty house. My mother took a job in the northern part of the state and though I was told “YOU WILL BE RE-LOCATING WITH US.” I found a way out. At this time I found great comfort and refuge in pop icons. The religious icons I was taught about didn’t really cut it for me. As a matter of fact, they only served to strike fear into my 15 year old self, imagining these old bodiless souls, hovering about, spying on me and passing judgment on my mortal soul. For they were perfect and would expect nothing but perfection from me. If I did not supply it: eternal damnation!
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