Idle Thoughts....I

To say life is an adventure in that we always wind up getting what we want makes a great fairy tail.

Thinking that the good guys win is a lovely dream.

but to wake up and realize you have nothing and the only thing of worth or value you can leave behind is to buy a gun, fill it with 5 blanks and the rest live. Then go to a mall or airport, pull the weapon fire the 5 blank rounds and wait for the security guard or police officer to shoot you. Not so you die by it self... But your death will bring about a legacy that will give someone the title of "HERO". They get to tell their children's children how they saved many people from a maniac.


I am not suggesting this, it's just something I have thought of most recently.

My newest idle thought is an amusing and dark formulation. It's on... the bad boy.

What is the bad boy... is he some formulation of rugged looks and ratty cloths? Or is he just some total bad ass that nice guys are supposed to fear? Well I will tell you… I do not fear the "bad boy". If fact I have yet to meet a bad boy that scared me whence I reached age 16... Now is that because I am a bad boy my self? Hardly... I don't profess to be the culmination of all the testosterone and anger in the world. In fact I abhor violence in most situations... so if its flying off the handle and fighting then give it up... I won’t fight ya... and if I do... I'll whoop ya. Or die trying.

Lets discuss this bad attitude thing… what does it get you to show a tude? Your ass beaten or forces you to beat some one else... jail time and harassment by those that don't care you're a bad ass... but does that mean I wont stand up and tell some asshole what to go do with himself when he treads on me or my loved ones? Nope it does not. So attitude is not the bad boy either... I have that.

Maybe it's the cloths… yeah that's it… or the tattoos, chicks dig the tats... it’s a process of becoming a man... [Grunt grunt] I got your man right here... if you need a tattoo to make up for your tiny peepee then please... tell it to some one else... I guess I am just tired of the fairer sex falling for dirt bags and telling me how they wish someone would act like me... one could say I am ranting because I wish I was a bad ass... or the bad boy... been there... done that... burnt the t-shirt... I changed my ways because I did not like the style. I guess I am done. Ladies... have fun with your dirt bags... they are all you get I hope. For the nice guys you stomp on along the way should scorn you. But the sad thing is... I know I wont... will the others. Nope... cause we are the nice guys... and we finish last.