I wish David Gilmour could have adopted our son. He graduated from high school, just barely, but he has all but dropped out of life. At 31, he has been delivering pizzas for about 12 years, while trying to break into the art world and notably not succeeding. I tell those who don't know better than to ask what our son is doing, "He wants to be an artist, and so far he just has the starving part down." That really about sums up his life. Is he the kid we thought we raised? Hardly.









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