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and her name is

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gloria


well, i'm back at old 279 Horizon, and, to quote the Kings of Convenience, "i'm homesick, because i no longer know where home is."

do with it what you will.

"So..." Sammy said. "So..."
"So that is not the question," Joe prompted.
"That's what I"m saying."
"Continue."
They kept walking.
"How? is not the question. What? is not the question," Sammy said.
"The question is why."
"The question is why."
"Why," Joe repeated.
"Why is he doing it?"
"Doing what?"
"Dressing up like a monkey or an ice cube or a can of fucking corn."
"To fight the crime, isn't it?"
"Well, yes, to fight crime. To fight evil. But that's all any of these guys are doing. That's as far as they ever go. They just...you know, it's the right thing to do, so they do it. How interesting is that?"
"I see."
"Only Batman, you know...see, yeah, that's good. that's what makes Batman good, and not dull at all, even though he's just a guy who dresses up like a bat and beats people up."
"What is the reason for Batman? The why?"
"His parents were killed, see? In cold blood. Right in front of his eyes, when he was a kid. By a robber."
"It's revenge."
"That's interesting," Sammy said. "See?"
"And he was driven mad."
"Well..."
"And that's why he puts on the bat's clothes."
"Actually, they don't go so far as to say that," Sammy said. "But I guess it's there between the lines."