He has superman’s name. He’s a showman to the core. He flies around the room with the greatest speed, showing off his many talents. The excitement builds. It’s a blitz! Someone called the police and hazmat. Oh, his party is over too soon. Hauled away, leaving the mess for others to clean up. He needs to find others like him. Maybe in jail or the hospital. He doesn’t need reforming. He just needs to find people like him. Searching, always searching for acceptance. Looking for people who won’t call him bizarre, outrageous but share with him who he really is.