dad’s German friends had left for
Cape Town. If he wasn’t seeing me,
he had no reason to stay, so he left.
His leaving wasn’t anything
traumatic, because it never
registered that we might lose touch
and never see each other again. In
my mind it was just Dad’s moving
to Cape Town for a bit. Whatever.
Then he was gone. I stayed
busy living my life, surviving high
school, surviving my early twenties,
becoming a comedian. My career
took off quickly. I got a radio DJ gig
and hosted a kids’ adventure reality
show on television. I was
headlining at clubs all over the