U R Responsible, Too

And exactly where did you think you would find them. On Park Avenue.

This building has been condemned.

And whose children do you exactly think they are.

They belong to you.

And you. And you. And to me.

And to themselves.

And if you think that you are going to stand there, and shake your fist at me, and scream that you didn’t make this happen, I can only have one response.

No one made this happen.

We all made this happen.

This building is condemned.

The only real issue is what the fuck are we going to DO about it.

This building they live in has been condemned.

So. Stop putting yourself on some pedestal that your son refused to keep you propped up on.

It’s about him.

Not you.

It’s only hopeless if you make it hopeless.

I know this: he wants to come home.

But he can’t. He can’t.

Because YOU are in YOUR own way.

You are your OWN obstacle.

I suggest you ask yourself the following question.

Just what have YOU done — in your world — to survive.

With untreated HIV, he’s going to die.

He’s dying now.

Is that what you really WANT.

Do you have any idea how many parents have looked me in the eye and said: I would do anything to have him back.

This is the only opportunity you will have for that because it’s going to be too late.

Time is everything.

Swallow your fucking pride.

Because that is all you are going to have left when everyone you ever loved leaves you.

Now, get the fuck out of my face. I never want to see you or hear from you again.

How DARE you reject him.

You stupid fuck.

His building has been condemned.

That means you. That means you.

That means us.