Saved by the Star Man

A lot of people give me a ton of shit about my “obsession” with David Bowie. Here's a story that might explain why I owe that man my life. If it weren't for his music I would be dead due the pain I felt as a teenagers. From being different, from like certain things that most people find to taboo.

I remember it was night time. I'm not sure if it was AM or PM. It was dark. It was just like any old Tuesday for me. I had gone to school, zombied through it, and when home. However, this night was about to be very different.

I'm pretty sure I had my bed kitty cornered at the time, and I was...