When it comes to kids
 

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.

Hmmm...
 

Just a quick anecdote...

My neighbors had a german shepard that loved to chase things! One afternoon, I watched it run ferociously towards the bushes of the house next door. It was barking it's fool head off. In just a few seconds, the dog came whining out of the bushes, chased...I shit you not....by a rabbit. I thought the whole thing surreal, so I walked over (bent in laughter at the sight of this huge dog running in fear of a rabbit) only to find a nest of newborn baby bunnies. Obviously, that rabbit was not going to let anything disturb feeding time! It reminds me of how precious I must be to my family...and how someday, my family will be just as precious to me. Thanks Irish, for reminding us of the importance and significance of love!

Opheli

Fang---Do you know what we used to call all of the people with
the garb,hair,beards,etc.?We called them Weekend Warriors or
Wannabees.Seriously;most arguments don't end up in violence!
You'ld be suprised at the amount of gutless wonders.When confronted with a bad-ass attitude;most will back right down.
My father used to tell me not to worry about the people that talk
big.9times out of 10; they're just trying to convince themselves!
He told me to worry about the guy that didn't say anything.He
already knew what he could do and didn't have to proove any-
thing.You just have to have the guts to confront them because
you don't know which is which. Irish
P.S.What I always did when getting a different bike;was buy it and bring it home.When your wife tells you to bring it back to the
owner.Just say-"That's me!"

self knowledge
 

Well I know I'm a poser so I'm not going to be doing anything that a real bad ass would take offense to. Hell who knows, if confronted I might find out I'm as bad as they come.

Nah, probably not.

P.S. To bring the bike home, I'd first need to learn to ride! Until then, I have to admire the chrome and gears from afar.