Happy Friday the 13th!

I feel bad for Jason Vorhees. Endless waves of teenagers invade his poor summer camp. So ostracized for his features, he needs to wear a mask. Hindered by motor skill problems, he has to fends off the hooligans with a household tool that effectively compensates for his disabilities.
The Friday the 13th movies aren't about a crazed killer-- it's a tale of one man's triumph against his own limitations. It's a Forrest Gump for the masses.


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