I left the womb complaining.
“Tight fit, Mom.”
I walked the next day, wobbly at first, but when I sobered up, problem solved.
At two, I wrote my first book about a fish that couldn’t swim. I illustrated it the year before.
I played the piano at age four, became a lawyer at five, was jailed for related reasons at six.
I became king of a small island nation at age seven was exiled to the royal forest a year later.
Still living there, still drinking some.
At night, I play piano while the trees dance cheek to cheek.
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