T R U T H

Before Let's Face It became the bumper sticker for 69in it was a rallying cheer to tackle the problem, face the music, solve the riddle. I was 17 when Splendor in the Grass defined the rest of my life. Couldn't bear to let her go crazy from despair like Bud did to Deanie. What an honorable guy I was. Karma made good things come into my life and everyone was better for it. If it was a hurdle, clear it. If it was a pit, climb out of it. What's so hard about that? Camile Paglia said making it all about your penis is "infantile". That's what had to be faced but wasn't. Fast forward to now and grace with high impact entropy won over the facelessness and it puts a new cover on the old book. The unavailable energy is moot because bein' the houndog on the porch requires little olympic prowess and the stuff in the sack is the non-infantile part of dicksterism. And here's the thing - if today's movie is about car racing or self help I know better than to feature it here. Sagging pecs sounds less disgusting than moobs. 6, 6 and maybe 7 intellectually today