I carry this bat, just about everywhere I go. just not for the reasons most people think.
Yes, it would make for good protection but I don’t really need weapons, in most cases.
I carry this bat so that, when I get sad or depressed, I can stop by one of the lakes here and bat rocks into the water, as opposed to returning to my old, former, drug habit, for comfort.
It’s a return to simple childhood pleasures and a simple way to restore my joy and stay away from the drugs which I used to destroy myself, slowly.
Now, if someone happens to think I look like I might just be too much trouble to be worth trying to mess with (they’re right) that’s fine by me, too.