Bad Ass

When you grow up doing whatever you want, when you roam the empty streets at all hours of the night; when it is past dark; you often begin to think of yourself as a hardened badass who can take on whatever city they come to. But you aren’t the bikers who use to roam the west, you aren’t the cowboys who lucked out on a draw, you didn’t sail the seas and loot villages, nor did you spend years leading a population to believe every word you said. You are about as badass as this generation gets but you will never be a real badass. Go on ahead and drink your pains away, smoke that dime bag you got out on the sketchy corner; you have a lot to learn young prodigy. Don’t think I am belittling your life accomplishments; I could never live your life, nor would I really desire to. However, you are never going to be the best, that title is reserved for the people who made history. People like the mid-Atlantic pirates, people like the explorers who took on the western states of America to find gold, people like the sheriffs of mid-western towns covered in dust and tumbleweeds, people like the Russian and German mafia; people you learn about in history class or see on the big screen.