Mike has always supported me and my family. He’s truly a great guy if you get to know him, or so my father tells me. He was a Swedish (passed away two years ago, unfortunately) refugee who fled the country during the great crow extinction 1980’s Sweden suffered through. Made his way to New York in 1985 and originally tried to make ends meet as a street performer. He excelled in all kinds of traditional Swedish performing arts but mostly focused on kläderflickor – sort of a mime performance with a focus on dexterity.

It was a hard life, however, and he had trouble earning enough money for a hot meal, not to mention providing for his young wife (my mom) he brought along from Sweden. That all changed the next year when Mike, just having started to find success in his chosen field of business, saw my dad perform. My father tells me Mike stayed there for hours. Not only for one kläderflicka – for a whole day’s worth of them. Apparently he couldn’t take his eyes off my pops. After the show mike came to him and discussed his life, his passion for art, and his eyes. They fell in love immediately. My mother, by that time pregnant with me, indignantly accepted she could never be to my father what Mike was to him. But that was okay. Mike wasn’t going to leave the mother of the child of the man he loved on the cold streets of New York, which were infested with minorities at that time (something Mike tried his darnest to fix).

Mike took them both in, took me in. We lived in his office for 20 years until I left for university. As a kid, my mom took care of me with Mike’s money, his own hard-earned money, while asking for nothing in return. The only thing expected was my father’s passionate love. And passionate it was. Before he died, my father described the things he and Mike did together and they were beautiful stories. You’d be surprised by how agile Mike is. Not as agile as my father, though, heh. That’s what you get for being a professional kläderflickarna.

Anyways, I live on my own nowadays but still keep in touch with Mike. And you know what, I hope we can be something more than a son and a step-dad one day. If you catch my drift.

And that’s why we should have billionaires. And that’s why I’m voting for Mike.