Matthew Roberts, an adoptee, works as a DJ in Los Angeles, and has been on a 12-year quest to discover the identities of his real parents. He was finally able to track down his biological mother, who dropped a huge bombshell on him: he is the son of Charles Manson, who raped her in 1967. “You look just like him,” she asserted.
Roberts has been exchanging letters with Manson, who remains in prison and apparently signs all correspondence with swastikas.
One would assume that this is a devastating revelation to anyone, but maybe moreso to Roberts, who says, “I don’t even kill bugs.” This is yet another example that the universe is a capricious beast that loves to hand us … let’s call them “challenges” to be charitable. Personally, if it were me, I don’t know that I’d even bother to correspond with Manson. What could one possibly get out of a continuing relationship with the guy? Knife-handling tips? Lessons in how to avoid being shanked in prison? A heart-to-heart talk on interpreting Beatles lyrics? For the sake of us all, I sincerely hope that once he found out, Matthew threw his head back and screamed “No. No. That’s not true. That’s IMPOSSIBLE!!” and then let go of the mechanical strut and dropped into the windy abyss.
I may be confusing realities here.
Comments
kyle
November 24th, 2009 - 2:13:15 PM
man, what a bummer
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