[“As for that handbasket we're in, I wonder who it is that's carrying it. And shouldn't we increase the dimensions of our transportation mode to a size seen only through the eye of a telescope.”]

Great reply, Heath. Thank you for taking pen to paper. Knowing you more than likely are replying with serious overtones to what we both know to be fictional humorous allusions to a state that was of mental and physical abuse, okay, but definitely not the way it is portrayed in my blurb, makes me appreciate your take even more. The hookers, drugs, (well..all the good stuff, really..sigh) were not real. The anger, mess, madness, and occasional hatred was. The hookers and drugs indication I’d hoped would go over kinda funny ..as well as sad and ironical, but mostly comical. The hookers with dad reference is pretty-much a direct lift from An Officer & a Gentleman (except for the vibrator protruding from a post operative drainage [burr] hole---I think that’s what it’s called. Dad had a “second belly button” left over after taking shrapnel across his entire torso, the railroad track scars and drain hole that never really healed properly were a thing of embarrassment for us kids at the pool ..but eventually we grew into the idea that it’s just pop, so get over it). Mostly I was aiming at murky satirical Reg-styled humor (with his gift for weaving porno inclinations with humanities), also with a reference to David’s “Bitter Tree”. Nothing new here under the sun.

It is so cool though how you can take something like my way-toned-down play to the Marquis de Sade and use it as a reference for sanity and decency in the 21st Century ..a tribute to humanity, real patriarchal stuff. ..It’s an honor, really, Heath. Thanks. Can’t get enough.

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Now tell us a dirty joke or limerick already! lol