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I am BATMAN.
After my day job(running a multi million dollar corp) while the rest of Lawrence finishes dinner, I am headed to my basement for my "other" job. Not just a basement, but a cave under my mansion. I moniter all my cameras as I take in the local news. I finally got White Owl behind bars, you're welcome.And YellowHouse has yet to escape. After getting caught up I begin to dress.I trade my Armani suit for tights and silk shorts. I load an arsenal of homemade weapons onto my yellow utility belt.H1N1 antidote? Check. THC test kit?Check.I love fighting crime. Not halfway there and I am frowning ear to ear. I am tired, capturing White Owl has taken it's toll. I should be happy, how many people get to beat up criminals for a living?I head east down sixth street, that damn annoying theme song of mine blasting through the speakers...na na na na na na na na.....I slump in the seat and reach for my tums.Going to be a long night.I have been doing this for 40 plus years. The novelty has worn off. I back into my private space in the parking garage next to city hall. My informant, The Toupee, tells me a deal is going down at one of the high schools. Some pay offs involving some contractors and the booster club. Nothing new to me, been going on for years.I smoke a blunt of K2 with my former informant "The Crutch". Being a superhero feels amazingly different than it did when I was young.This town has changed.Crime rate highest ever. I consider retiring.Finding a woman(is Diana Prince still single?) , and downsizing the cave. I am not here to tell you how to feel about me.I am not here to tell you anything at all.I am writing this blog to let you know I am tired.I think I will take a nap. there is still alot to write. to be continued.