I remember the last time I touched grass. It was the summer of 2009 and I was on the computer in my parents’ basement fapping to porn. I was scared, lonely, and alone. I was doing my best to build up courage, to build the strength, to be the brave man I know I can be, to bring prosperity to my family and people. I finally walked out of the basement, and out the door and into my driveway where I touched a patch of grass on the side. It was beautiful. I felt powerful, accomplished, and happy. I felt as if I was one with the earth. But then I was scared, the exposedness to he world, the fact that i was carrying such a big task, it took a toll on me. So, after an illustrious 5 minutes, 31 seconds, and 22 miliseconds of being outside, I returned to the basement and started fapping to furry femboy porn. I was to scared to build up the power and courage to cross that door into the deep unknown, and to this day I still haven’t. Maybe in the future, god will bestow his energy and power upon to me do his bidding and improve the earth and rid it of evil. But until that glorious day, I’m gonna keep masturbating to furry porn.