Any talk of badassitude from me has long since reached the stage of ridiculousness.
My old joints are so gimped up with arthritis that punchin' somebody in the face would put me in a sling for a week even if they didn't hit me back.
I cain't throw a Frisbee,....much less a punch.
Besides,...the inside of my windshield is just a TV show starring crazy people. I just sit there in the car seat and view it with bemused detachment.
The whole fuggin' world has turned into an insane asylum. Jumpin' into the middle of it wanting to fight just makes you another one of the inmates.
