I remember reading in some sexual nature type book about how young boys get together and have masturbatory pow wows. Now, I can safely say that I’ve never went over a friends house and got together with the boys, whipped out my penis and jerked off with’em. But I read where it stated that shit like this happened around when boys hit puberty. Luckily, I missed that shit.

I also missed the part where you watch porno with your boys. I’ve never watched porno with friends. Maybe a Playboy. But no hardcore shit. I honestly can’t see myself getting a hard-on with several other men in the room. I can’t do it. It’s weird. It just ain’t right.

Take a strip club. Several dudes go to a strip club. Other dudes are there drinking and laughing and looking at the naked ladies. Chicks circling around like vultures, trying to find a loser to talk up and separate him from his hard earned money. Why the fuck would I want to go somewhere where the chicks don’t love me? In fact, every aspect of who they are is false, including the name. They laugh at my lame ass jokes. They force themselves to find me interesting. All so that I might give them my money. Shit. That’s what a girlfriend’s for. And I get to sleep with her every once in a while.

There’s this scene in Auto Focus where Bob Crane and Carpy are down in the basement watching Hogan bang the fuck out of some chick. All out of the blue, Crane whips his dick out and starts jerking off. Carpy follows. Now you got two grown men on the same couch with their dicks in the their hands jerking off and talking to each other like shit ain’t a thing. Now this is supposed to be a true story. And I’m wondering how the fuck did they get to the point where they’re jerking off haplessly with each other while talking about sports and watching the Today Show.

By the way, the film ain’t all that great. It sorta drags at the end. I spent the last 45 minutes of the movie waiting for Crane to end up dead so that I’d know the movie was finally over. I guess it’s the same thing when watching the Passion of the Christ.

Batman. Nap time. I wonder if any of the greats got to star in their own vehicle. Everybody gets a try out on someone else’s team. Crazy china Fu Mang egg roll. Speak gibberish means that I got eye swollen. I got my colon checked out and my gums scrubbed down. Bought a pair a shoes, though I paid less, I got more. But they do look cheap. Wrestlemania. The Rock. The Rock is back. And I didn’t watch the Academy Awards.

You claim what you own. You accept the burden of ownership. You sacrifice in the name of ownership. You own what is mine, or my, or me. You accept the burden and sacrifice for it.

You have a wife and kids. You know they need food and housing and clothing. Do you say that you’ll give these things only if they ask. I know you need cloths. I want to provide food. But you have to ask me for it before I will give it to you. Bullshit. Doublespeak. Talking from your face and your ass.

You do for what you claim. You claim what you say is yours. You do not ask or wait for permission to sacrifice for what you claim you own. If you own it, it is yours. And it is your responsibility to take care of what you claim to own.

You accept the burden cleanly and do for what you say is yours. If your family is your family then you claim the burden, you accept the sacrifice for your family. You do not wait to be asked. You do. It is the burden of ownership, the sacrifice of the claim.

This has nothing to do with Batman. I actually spent the weekend looking for Detective Comics 27. It was on my mind. And someone spoke and took it off of it. I started to write about one thing and ended up writing about another. Sometimes it flows like that.

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