You were an awesomer kid. No shame and no fucks given. 

Long before swag ever hit the streets, you were the freshest 3 feet tall the playground had ever saw. When hater rays were shining you just flipped down your cap’s sunglass brim and kept winning at living. 

Future mafia Don A.K.A. the Don of Daycare. 

Your idols were awesomer. 
Your heros were the most ass-kicking, mythical mutants of men that god ever dared to create. You didn’t just look up to them because of your size, you modeled your life after them because they represented courage, strength, badassery, and flying a middle finger to anyone that dared cross their path. 
Now your idols are talentless drunks that fall across the pages of TMZ. You worship celebrity instead of substance.
Let’s stop ready gossip blogs and stop making ass-hats millionaires. Let’s find role models that make us awesomer because we strive to be like them. We’ll never be super heros, but if we try to be, we might just be heros. 

Your idols were awesomer. 

Your heros were the most ass-kicking, mythical mutants of men that god ever dared to create. You didn’t just look up to them because of your size, you modeled your life after them because they represented courage, strength, badassery, and flying a middle finger to anyone that dared cross their path. 

Now your idols are talentless drunks that fall across the pages of TMZ. You worship celebrity instead of substance.

Let’s stop ready gossip blogs and stop making ass-hats millionaires. Let’s find role models that make us awesomer because we strive to be like them. We’ll never be super heros, but if we try to be, we might just be heros. 

Not wanting a traditional job was awesomer. 

You never had 9-5 dreams of being cubical caged. Your resume was going to read like a career of badassery instead. Suits were for suckers, so you slapped on your padding and chased a life living on the edge of death because you never said you wanted to be an adult when you grew up. 

Now you’re college uneducated and crippled under adulthood. You’re a corporate zombie who forgot how to kick flip and every day is a copy of a copy of a copy.

Let’s burn our ties and tell our bosses to kiss our asses. If we’re miserable at what we do, let’s do something else. Let’s make our dreams our jobs and do what put smiles on our faces like when we were the awesomer version of ourselves.  

You were so badass that you even wore your helmet backwards. You were an awesomer kid. 

Diapers were awesomer. 

There are only two times in a person’s life they can drop a thundering deuce while being the center of attention. You’ve already lived through one and you’ll have to wait till retirement to be that awesome again. 

You were the bridge jumping friend that other parents warned their kids to stay away from. You were an awesomer kid. 

You were the bridge jumping friend that other parents warned their kids to stay away from. You were an awesomer kid. 

Your portraits were on point. Now they’re a duck faced disaster. Get back to being an awesomer kid. 

Your portraits were on point. Now they’re a duck faced disaster. Get back to being an awesomer kid. 

Being a crash test dummy was awesomer.

You were the tester for all of life’s worst ideas. You never imagined the worst case scenarios because you were blinded by all the fun you knew it would be. When life needed a wrecking ball to dive into uncharted waters, you were first in line and 911 was already pre-dialed.

Years of crashing through life have ruined you now. You body aches with old injuries sustained from proving bad ideas were actually bad ideas. You’re happy living life on the sidelines of danger taking photos now.

History was never made by not doing and legends were never made by being boring. Let’s grab life by the balls again and be awesomer by putting our bodies in harms way. It’s going to hurt, but not nearly as bad as regret of not living to tell the best stories anyone has ever heard.