When you don’t want to eat I put on music and dance for you. Your mother has asked me to spare you from Nirvana for the time being. Hitler speeches are also off limits. So I play Abba. It means ‘father’ anyway.

Your mother asked if I ever danced in any other circumstances.

Not without the aid of Colombian marching powder. Cocaine.

So there you go.

Cocaine can make me dance.

 And you can make me dance. 

If I was good at dancing I wouldn’t have settled down. I would have been out right now. Am writing this on a Friday evening.

But instead am dancing for you.

Yeah, to Abba.

Am not ashamed.

Kurt Cobain listened to Abba all the time. Yes, really.

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