delara, interrupted

Greg and I bantered yesterday about the joys of being a badass. Well, really *I* waxed poetic about it and he just laughed his head off. Yeah, I was in rare form. Must have been the Popeye's we ate. Blech.

Anyway... here's what we came up with.

You know you're a badass when you're walking downtown wearing a long black trenchcoat, military pants, combat boots _with_ steel toes, a black t-shirt with a large image of a skull on the front, and your sidekick is a friend wearing a long black cape, black boots and a Darth Vader mask/helmet.

Yeah. Life just doesn't get any more ridiculous than that.