Dad

Always think of my dad, the number one non-conformist I know…god bless…remember he would tell me how he liked hanging with non-conformists, hanging at the community centre with all the ex prisoners and ex druggies. He was a social worker then he got unwell in the head, went the other way in life, the way few tread. He never looked back and embraced it, living it different. He brought me to the drop in centres as a kid showed me the graffiti over the lines at kings cross. It changes your life you just have to love people for who they are.

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