November 6, 2017 6:31 AM Subscribe
Sometimes the gods see a little boy with a single mother and no money and decide to sprinkle stardust on him. Friends come easy and stay true. He is given effortless grace and talent, and the respect of his peers. When the time comes to ask for the blessing of the great departed elder (previously), he glides down the face of a monstrous wave and through its roaring foam to victory. He is given normal human fears, but none of the demons that the gods use to drive and torment the great. He sails from island to island with his friends, immersed in beauty, making movies. The gods never ask him to grow up. Like everything else with John John, the tableau is weirdly innocent—Edenic, even.
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