My brother was in love with Michael Jackson.

We could not afford the fancy red jacket. But we could get him an unofficial glove at the flea market. He wore that thing all the time. Even to church. He took communion with that glove on, holding his Cabbage Patch Kid in the other hand. I got the shit kicked out of me in school for defending his right to wear a glittery glove and carry a doll.

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