Going All The Way 1

SON:

I don't know what I am. My father makes me play the piano over and over again. I'm only 13 and I hate the piano. I want to smash my piano and throw it into the Ocean. I especially hate the black keys and I hate the whole idea of my hands and fingers going all over the piano. Oh, I must tell you something. I'm a homosexual and I haven't told my father and mother yet. Only my dog, Hero, knows. They got me the dog because they thought that I needed a friend. I'm not very good at making friends. People are freaking idiots and all this P.C. makes people into blank, naive idiots or ACTUALLY, I don't know what I am talking about. I must also tell you that I am Korean whatever that means. My father tells that I must try my hardest at everything. Nothing good can come out of Korea. My father tells me that many good things have come out of Korea.

I spend most of my free time in my room playing video-games with people whom I don't know. In case you didn't know, gaming is big in South Korea. I like playing games. It takes my mind off things. I like building things in Mine-Craft. I like blue skies. I like fleecy clouds. I like rainy afternoons in Seoul. I even like the North Korean dictator's buffoonish hairstyle. Well, to continue, my father was convinced that I was special. I think my IQ was something like 150. I could speak both Korean and English fluently by the age of 7. There were other marks that I had. I was able to play "twinkle, twinkle little star" by the age of 3 or something after listening to it once. I was remarkable or people thought so. That's when he started to push me to no end. I couldn't sleep, thinking about certain problems or even thinking about something like raindrops, like...

"Did they all fall evenly on the ground?"   

"Why did concentric circles form around a raindrop when it fell on a lake?"

"What was I to a raindrop?"

People bother the hell out of me and I don't even know why. It's not like they've done anything to me. Whenever I look at adult Korean faces, I see the face of my father. 

Anyway, I told you about my pet, Hero. She is a shit-sue. She's so cute and fluffy and runs around like a madman after a bath. Sometimes I pinch her nipples really hard to get a rise out of her. I know, I know, I sound like a really negative person, but I'm not. I smile as much as possible and many Koreans actually really love me. They ask me to play Mozart or Betthoven or Chopin. I play and play and I have no idea what i am doing. I just follow my emotions and they just go all over the place and they all act like I've totally healed their soul or something. Finally, a South Korean prodigy! I hear applause from all corners of the world in my mind. But somehow, I feel like a freak on display, like a hairy ape at the zoo trained to entertain the human kind.