By David Rolland
Sometimes I lie under the covers naked with her. We should probably be discussing religion or sexuality or something which the media deems thought provoking. But I just stare at my stringy, chest hairs and dream about superheroes.
My imagination gives me superstrength. Usually I can fly and have aerial battles with the costumed super-nut, Destructo the Demolisher and his Dastardly Demons. It’s all cartoon violence, so no one ever gets hurt, especially me because I always win. The paid-off pigs always let the supervillains get away and I have to fight them again. It can get tiresome, so I enter another daydream. Usually it’s the one where I’m naked with a girl.