I once saw a movie where this guy said 'you can be whatever you want do be. just go for it.' I walked outta that movie hall thinking maybe i didn't have to be what 18 years of classroom time (I refuse to call it an education) had groomed me for. The world was a new place again. I was young and ready.
I could be a rock star, a crazy ass biker or a rebel. Or maybe I could be all those things at once (which is where George Thorogood's Bad to the Bone came in). I was gonna be a Destroyer. But even Destroyers need cold hard cash for their hair gel and engine oil and tattoos. And since the hot air in my head reached all the way into the wallet wedged against my ass, I cut my hair and rode my bro's bike. I found out that neither my bike nor I were cut out for speed.
Bad to the Bone? Me? Nah! But its a better name for a blog than 'mysorean woodchuck talks nuts'.
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