Born in Auckland, raised in the eastern suburbs; safe, warm, skinned knees and home baking
My Mum died... I was just seventeen
Lost nearly a decade to a fog, fucked if I can remember the late eighties and early nineties...
Found myself in London [my Fathers place of birth], and I started to become alive amid the weight of the city
[returned, retrained], Became about the technology, I enabled people to connect and communicate, found a partner/wife and became a Dad
Struggled, struggled, struggled (endless fucking struggle, but kept it in), kept the Dad identity going, until it all crashed... and now, I'm learning again
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