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“This one’s a misprint,” he whispered. “The queen’s eye is half a millimetre too low. Worth about eight dollars.”

Because the real question isn’t “Why are you different?”

Now, you find yourself searching for something stranger: the moment the weird becomes… ordinary. Searching for- louis theroux weird weekends in-...

I’m thinking of a man in Nevada. He had seventeen wives, a bunker full of dried beans, and a belief system involving reptiles from the centre of the Earth. Classic Weird Weekends material. But at 2 a.m., after the cameras stopped rolling, he asked me if I wanted to see his stamp collection.

And in that moment, he wasn’t a cult leader. He was a lonely man with a hobby. The weirdest thing wasn’t the polygamy. It was the profound, aching normality underneath. “This one’s a misprint,” he whispered

That’s what I’m searching for now. Not the freak. But the crack in the freak’s armour where a regular, boring, recognisable human being is trying to breathe.

And the answer, when you find it, is always a little bit sad. And a little bit beautiful. And never, ever weird at all. I’m thinking of a man in Nevada

It’s “How hard are you working to hide that you’re just like me?”