The House that Crazy Built

Once upon a time, nearly a half-century now, a faire maiden and a quiet young lad fell madly in love....
This, however, is the story of what happens after "Happily Ever After."

In short order, the fair-haired boy realized that his maiden was not your run-of-the-mill princess....she was every bit as selfish and pleasure seeking as any royalty, this was true, but she had another side. She was not simply bipolar, this little slice of heaven came with a complete altered ego... a separate personality. She was her own fairy god-mother, and wicked witch.

In any other story, this young lad would have run the other way the first time the witch showed up, but he was cursed at birth to stay forever devoted (either by pity, or just because the sex was too good....a clue of any wicked enchantment) to whomsoever he fell in love with first. This condition became known, much later, as extreme co-dependency. So right by her side he stood, hardly a knight, and too poor for armor, but he was there beside her nonetheless.

So, to say the least, this less than perfect couple had quite a life laid out ahead of them.... the maiden would end up devoured alive by the magic that split her into two personalities... and the young boy would give up his dream of fighting dragons, for tending to the tedious and boring business matters of a local lord.

Fast forward to 20 years after the couple met....

A very strong magician had taken notice of the couple, they were so damn adorable, and decided to lay upon them a terrible curse.... If she didn't conceive soon, the maiden would never bear children, and the good magic she held inside, would die with her. the twist to this spell was that the young man would never be able to understand his children, if he had them. Their shared native tongue would sound like ogre-speak to his ears, strange and frightening....

The couple, driven by the selfish maiden's desire to pass along her magic, soon gave birth to their first son. Well for all intents and purposes, he was their son, it wouldn't be long before they figured out that he walked a fine line between man and woman, a recently discovered condition, classifying him as a fag. This first-born was perfectly crafted, a balance of his father's devotion and his mother's good magic. This young baby would realize one day that he also shared in his mother's curse... he was doomed to always be at odds with the outside world.

As the years passed, and the couple gave birth to their second son, a runt in all reality, who'd fight his entire life trying to be more, the first-born discovered that he had a gift. He was able to see the world differently than others... and he soon learned a form of sorcery that would allow him to capture what he saw, and reproduce it on small bits of paper.

As the young man refined his craft, his parents, now aged and bitter, but still every bit as neurotically bound as ever, began to grow jealous and scared of their son's ability. They soon devised a plan to trap their son within a dungeon so he could not use his power to taunt and scare the outside world. They feared that he would anger the wrong duke or earl and be beaten or banished. So, at the end of his studies a the far-off academy in the strange land of Pittsburgh, the young man returned home to visit his parents, for a short while, so he could rest. The young man lit a cigarette and looked up at the stars, for the last time, for when he awoke the next morning he was imprisoned within the dungeon.

This young man now too scary to earn his parents' respect, and long-devoid of their understanding and love, sits.... in his dungeon....writing this blog.... where he awaits the day that he can break free.....

stay tuned....