People used to say, still say, that my son looked like Brad Pitt. Years ago I took their word for it. I hardly noticed Brad Pitt, if at all, then. Well, I've had a good look at him since, and yes, there is similarity. There are times when Brad looks identical to my son, and times when he looks nothing like him at all. My son wasn't quite as beautiful as Brad to behold, but he was beautiful enough. Being so good looking isn't always a blessing though, and it doesn't necessarily bring happiness.
Because of his looks and charm, he could 'blag' his way into or out of almost anything. He could blag his way into nightclubs, gigs, parties, jobs, and out of most of the trouble he got himself into. He could charm almost anyone, and this was the problem. He managed to charm the woman in the Australian Embassy into giving him a visa without him having the required amount of money in his bank account. I think it was supposed to be two thousand pounds. So off he went to Australia for a three month stay with only a few hundred pounds to his name. Of course, he blagged his way round there and he made people feel so good that they didn't mind helping him out. You had to be made of stone not to be melted by his smile.
Everything came so easy to him, it just didn't seem fair. Looks, charm, intelligence, he had it all and yet, in the end, it wasn't enough because he had his demons, and his demons were more and greater than most people's.
