My very dear, very heterosexual brother and sister were the perfect children, quickly working their way up from the entry-level jobs, working hard, producing 2.5 grandchildren and picket fences in suburban houses with responsible mortgages. Me, on the other hand, had just blown another job, went on a bender, spent a cosy night in a Kings Cross police station holding cell, and was released into the very responsible custody of my still pissed-off father.
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