Any time I’m in a foul mood and want to lash out at things, I think I should just tell some stupid story about my life instead. Here’s one.
It was 1972, so I would have been 13, and I went to see the movie Ben at the Carolina, or maybe it was the Terrace.
When Michael Jackson started singing the title track to Ben, I started to embarrassingly weep right there in the movie theater.
Something snapped, apparently.
Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I’ll never be alone
And you my friend will see
You’ve got a friend in me