I have always wished I were a bad ass. I do a good job posing, but I'm just not there. If my wife would let me have a bike... then again if my wife won't let me have a bike, I guess I am too whipped to be a bad ass. Alas, I am relegated the monicker of artist. That's as close as I can get. I have the long hair, beard and the leather jacket though so to those not in the know, I look like a hard rocker.

It's funny how we are around kids. Even the hardest of the hard is softened by the wee ones. (Bby wee, being the parent of a newborn I mean that literally.) Even though it's fiction, I am reminded of the centuries old story of Beowulf. Grendel the beast, was the scourge of the country. Eating and destroying all in his path. Beowulf destroyed it. Unbeknownst to all, the beast they thought was the baddest of the bad, had a mother who was now in mourning for her child. They thought Grendel could tear shit up, but Grendel was nothing compared to Grendel's Mother who was filled with the loss of her loved child. So it just goes to show that no matter how much we lay waste to, how many biker bars we get thrown out of, no matter how many villagers we eat, we all will walk through hell and back for our kids.

Keep being a good bad ass Irish.

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"Even a man who is pure of heart
And says his prayers by night
Can become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
And the moon is full and bright."