(I don't know how accurate this movie is on the Manson Family. So I would just see it as a movie. )
　　　　
When I found Charlie and the family, or when Charlie found me, I got nowhere else to go. Well, not actually, if parents and relatives could be 'somewhere'. No, anywhere I go, I just don't fit in. Charlie told me that I was valuable and I was the most beautiful creature. He couldn't mean it, or could he? Maybe I AM valuable just no one else ever noticed. They took over all my belongings as soon as I got there. At first I felt a little insecure without anything MINE. But do I really need those stuff, if everything belongs to everyone? Then the stealing and the killing. Technically, killing people is easy, really. The only thing you need is the belief that killing is not a crime, not a sin. That's easy too, because that's what Charlie says, and he must be right, he has to be right. He's our saviour, we're all brothers and sisters, and we love each other, we'd do anything for each other, for Charlie.
　　　　
After a while, I felt somehow uncomfortable. Am I not used to living with love? Am I tired of love or what? I think I know what Manson Family means. It means it's a family. Yeah, a family, like other millions billions of families, where all members claim they love each other only because they can't face the fact that they don't. All liars and cowards. No, Charlie can't be wrong, 'coz if he Is wrong, he's not Jesus Christ, then what are we? Nothing? Our existence is totally meaningless? We can't bear the possibility of it.
　　　　
Then we got nicked. Here's my father asking 'Why?!' with tears in his eyes, as if he could understand, as if he would listen at all. 'WHY' is always so important though none of the asking ones ever want any answer. At that moment, I suddenly felt it all worthwhile, even only for confusing and upsetting him.
　　　　
Of course I came back to my old family at last. A convenient choice. So that's what I did in all those years, running away from a family, joining another, and running back, as a rebel, a traitor and a lost child. I didn't say much to my parents. The good thing about parents is that you don't have to explain everything to them, you'd better not.
　　　　
Sometimes, when people get annoying, I sort of miss my life with Charlie, wish I was still in his family. Then I laugh at myself thinking one family is better than another. But it's such a fun to imagine how these people would feel if I stab their families to death, leaving them wondering why. Such fantasy is pathetic I know, but 'pathetic' is THE truth about real life, isn't it?