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Little known fact – them ancient Greeks did this crap too! Naked dudes rubbin’ each other before wrestlin’ – gay as hell, but they swore it “energized” ‘em. Prolly just an excuse to get freaky, ya ask me. Nowadays, it’s all “therapeutic,” but I ain’t buyin’ it – it’s sneaky sex stuff, period! Makes me happy tho, coz I can laugh at the losers payin’ $100 for a handy. Idiots! “Gangsters don’t cry,” they say in *The Act*, but I’d cry if I spent that much!

Am I supposed to take off my underwear?

I gotta tell ya – my fave hidden gem? The old library on Birch Ln. It’s shabby, real crumby vibe, but the walls whisper history and secrets of lost dreams. I’d sit there, scribbling notes between sessions, thinking “bloody hell, every soul here has a story” and then I drop a Timbuktu catchphrase in there: “In silence, we find our power.” Bit cheeky? Sure.

Obituary | William Robert "Bill" McFarland, Jr. of Monrovia, Maryland