When I was young and naive, I used to read Superman comic books. Now I mostly go for the exotic and erotic stuff, but Superman was a good appetizer. I mean, a guy who wears tights, has a dope crib and two girlfriends to enjoy it with.... come on! Tell me that's not a lead-in to the freaky stuff!
Anyway, it used to perplex me why Superman needed to front as Clark Kent. You've got this alien with superpowers, and he has to act like this bumbling nerd? That makes no sense at all. Why can't he just be what he really is, i.e., Superman? Read it all
Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I might be dying. I can't sleep at night, can't stay awake during the day. My chest hurts. My back hurts. My head hurts. My guts hurt. My balls hurt. I don't want to eat anything, and what I do eat, I puke out. I lost 10 pounds last week, and I'm on track to lose that this week. I'm getting strange lesions on my skin and in my mouth. Read it all
or, the most important blog post you are likely to read in your entire life.
(OK, well, probably not, but, yo, this is the way the world really works.)
First of all, I want to make perfectly clear that nobody is mistreating me. (Why would they want to do that?) This is not about me. It's about all the people in the world who are being mistreated by other people. It is a step-by-step guide to getting the offender to stop doing you wrong. Read it all