On Penalties and Burdens
A burden is a burden, right? A thirty-three-year-old man-child, living in his mother’s basement, with a Cheeto-stained, self-described “ironical” mustache, then yes. That’s a burden, no matter how you slice it. No need to prove it or to produce evidence to support it. He’s a bum and a burden. Shave the flavor saver, and get a damn job, hippie. Proof and production, though. Six of one, half a dozen of another? Not when it comes