Without a girlfriend, job, or savings, and having nothing to lose, I am essentially the 'invincible man.' My recent hobby has been 'patrolling' around the homes of young men who are busy with school events. Today, as always, I targeted a J-style guy and followed him, only to have him, driven by a misguided sense of justice, tell me "Please don't follow me" with a look of contempt, as if seeing something dirty. I was hurt, poor me. I have an obligation to teach those impudent little brats that respect is due to those older than them (being an adult man). While they are asleep with sleeping pills and traveling in their dreams, I give them thorough 'educational sexual guidance.' Yes, this is an undeniable record of 'educational sexual guidance'...
