Does Jacket... You Know... Touch Himself? (Serious Discussion, No Trolls)

[SpennyK]

Okay, so I've been thinking about this for a long time. Maybe too long. It's been clawing at the inside of my skull, like a rat trying to escape, gnawing at the walls of my mind. And I need to know:

Does Jacket from Hotline Miami pleasure himself?

I mean, think about it. The guy is drowning in blood, violence, and cryptic answering machine messages. He walks into a building and turns it into a butcher shop in five minutes flat. A literal one-man massacre machine. But what does he do when he's alone? When the mask comes off, when the adrenaline fades, when it's just him and the four yellowed walls of his dingy apartment?

We never see him with a woman. Not really. Sure, there's that girl, the one he "rescues," but is she even real? Or just another glitch in his fractured mind? Even if she is real, what does that mean? What does she mean to him? We never see tenderness, only silence. Only the buzzing, flickering void that is his existence.

And yet, he has a bed. A shower. We know he eats, drinks. So he still has human needs. But does he have... that need?

Picture it. Jacket, slumped on the couch, bathed in the sickly glow of the TV, static hissing into the abyss. His fingers twitch. Are they shaking because of what he's done, or because of what he's about to do? The same hands that have torn out throats and crushed skulls—do they ever, even for a second, slide lower?

Or is he so far gone, so utterly detached, that the idea of pleasure is meaningless to him? Has he transcended the physical, living only for violence?

I lie awake thinking about this. I dream in neon, my mind a swirling fever of questions. Jacket is a cipher, an enigma, a ghost in a letterman jacket. And somewhere, buried under all that carnage and chaos, there has to be an answer.

I don't know if I want to find it.

And now I can’t stop picturing him sitting alone in his apartment, blood on his hands, mask on his face, and... yeah. You get the idea. Someone please tell me I’m not the only one who’s thought about this. Or, better yet, tell me I’m crazy so I can move on with my life.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

Thoughts?

[SuplexHorse]

You're crazy.

[SpennyK]

Originally posted by SuplexHorse:

You're crazy.

im touching myself rn

[Kawar0]

how did you actually come up with this, i would assume he just sleeps and prepares for the next day

[Ballsack_Horseman]

Probably

[drive by master]

what if his penis doesn't exist and is also a glitch
2 steps ahead, buddy

[Blanket★𝑪𝒂𝒕★Luck]

Strange question... Can't understand why you've wrote "touching himself".
Jacket is ex soldier and, I think, his recent murders of Russian mafia, or other bums is nothing to him.
His biggest trauma is war against USSR, when he fought shoulder to shoulder with his friends and beard. He almost died in one day, and the most important person to him was beard.
His girlfriend, I believe, was also important to Jacket. She was like ray of Sun in his life, but when she died, everything came to the same place, he has nothing to carry about.

[El Gato (Real)]

Crazy ass question man thats all im saying

[maroohater75]

i bet he does. i would if i were him.