I’d chosen the white-collar brother, opted for a life of stability rather than spontaneity, domesticated myself, used my mother’s finest recipes, cleaned like a maid, fucked like a porn star, kept my body in tip-top shape, obtained the dream and a slew of other things that supposedly shielded me from the pain that bombarded me. All to no avail. Because here I was, staring back at myself and wondering where the hell I go from here.
