I’m Batman and This is Why I Write

This was my first guest post! And I’m flattered and honored to be featured on Jenny’s site, Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins. In the words of Yoda: “Super stoked, I am!

J. A. Allen


“I’m Batman”, he said in the deepest voice he could muster, sounding more like a frog croaking to death.w

I’m sorry, I can’t imitate Christian Bale that well.

I’ve been suspected of being The Dark Knight by Jenny over here Scribbles on Napkins because she couldn’t find my true identity. I would have preferred Deadpool because I like to think I’m half as funny as he is. But I’ll take dark and broody. I’m easy… Not cheap! Just easy. Ask my Wife.

Back to the reason why Jenny is now my favourite person-whom-I’ve-never-met. I won an opportunity to write a guest post for her blog.

Being asked to write a guest blog is much more daunting than one would expect.  At least for me.  I can scribble any shenanigans on my own site, Ah Dad for those who were previously uninformed, and not be intimidated by the opinions of the…

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Two face – A case of temporary schizophrenia

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Courtesy of the guy who played two-face in the movie…

I am less than pleasant when I wake up in the morning.  I am Grumpy, Sleepy, Dopey and Shitty all in one.  The thought of an alarm clock shattering the silent night evokes feelings of anger and dread, similar to those I had when I tried to finish 50 Shades of Crap.

I don’t mind if a wake up from a pleasant slumber, WITHOUT the assistance of an alarm, but the early shrieks of that little piece of shit, every weekday, is enough to make me want to murder someone.

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The Bat Assasin

It’s was dark and wet.  The sun gave up supremacy over the skies hours ago.  The rain was relentless, descending from the heavens in bucket loads. A cold wind was howling around the corners of the house, looking for an opening, tormenting the window shutters.  He listens to the wailing of the wind.  Hanging upside down, he watches his victims intently with small, beady eyes.  He adjust his wings, not making a sound.  The anticipation is almost too much to bear.  But he has to wait.  He takes a quiet breath.  Finally they settle in the dimly lit lounge.  Snuggling under a blanket with the light of the television dancing on their faces.  He cracks an evil smile.   It was time…

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