I once new a young man who refused to admit he ever jacked off. He would deny it vehemently when ever the subject arose. We were kids, so the subject arose often. He would do anything he could to make those of us who admitted to masturbation feel small and dirty. "I don't need to do that!", he would say ... "I can get girls to do the real thing!" This was of course, bullshit. He was a real fucking jerk. He was real ugly, both physically and emotionally. He was tremendously good in sports. He was also a terrible bully. Even though he was tougher than most kids his age, he constantly had to prove himself by humiliating and causing physical pain to the weakest kids around. I admit, I got more than my fair share of his abuse.

Evidently his parents had something to do with his state of mind. One day he walked into his living room at home while his mother and father sat watching TV. The story goes that he stepped between them and the TV screen. When they told him to get the hell out of the way, he put a pistol to his head and blew his brains all over them. He made it to 17 years old.

This painting is dedicated to you Dave ... You poor dead son of a bitch.