The apartment is cramped and narrow, with damaged walls and weathered carpeting.
He was a remaining champion as long as he could, and then they wanted to take the title off of him.
When he was younger, he would push until he could penetrate no further, often hurting his partner and ruining the mood.
As far as he is concerned, the whole thing was blown out of proportion.
The riffs are all alike: The men would fuck every girl in the country; walk around nude all the time; wear the skimpiest.
Most of all, Falcon hates that he had been writing his own screenplay about the life of a guy with a huge penis, a better screenplay than Boogie Nights, one with real dialogue, where the main character ends up with a life, a meaningful life.