When i was a kid, before i had learned to read, my mom and gma would let me watch the caped crusader on the tv. They told me i should be a ‘good guy’ like him.

Being the naive youngun who’d never seen such a sight, and having my gma’s spanish accent involved, i always wondered why they’d want me to be like this ‘BADman’ who wore black, covered his face and got into fisticuffs.

I’d also never heard the word ‘fisticuffs’ before, but quickly learned it was something i
ought not practice with my baby brother.

Life was so confusing as a kid. Good to see some things never change.

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