R.I.P. Robin Williams

This loss of Robin Williams was a big one for all of us who go to the movies or watch TV or go see live comedy shows.  His mind and comedy always seemed to go at light speed and the jokes that came out of him always touched something true in our existence.  The fact that he was in such pain for his depression and that he chose suicide because he just felt that he could not continue to exist is just so tragic.  Depression is a real disease and it is disabling.  I really wish that he could have stayed around for his family--not for us, the people who watch him from the other side of the screen and the stage.  

I love this bit where he talks about porn and Williams comes off as someone who has definitely spent some time jerking off in front of a VCR hooked up to a TV.  I love that.  That willingness to be that open with his needs as a pervert will always make me love him.  If you are reading this, you most likely are a pervert too.  (You didn't stumble onto Fleshbot to shop for books or check the weather, although it is a beautiful evening outside as I am writing this.)

So go watch some porn and spank one out to Robin Williams.  He would have done it for you.