He's So Bad (Baby He Don't Care)..

.....The other night, on the way home from dropping my Son off at a birthday party, as it was such a beautiful evening I decided to roll the windows down, open the sun roof and let Testament blaze my eyebrows. I was only rolling down the street at about 10 miles an hour. There were two reasons for this:
1. I was in a residential area and there were kids everywhere
2. On this beautiful Summer evening, I was thoroughly enjoying the fresh air and the tasty sounds Chuck Billy & Co and was in no rush to speed home.

It is a good thing that I was driving so slowly because a boy who couldn't have been any older than 3 busted out into the street about 25 feet from my car on some kind of motorized four wheel thingy. I stopped, looked around...fully expecting to see some parental units in the near vicinity. About 20 or 30 seconds go by, nothing....not a single adult in sight. Suddenly, I see the front door to one of the houses come flying open. There, on the front porch stood this dude with what is quite possibly the most glorious mullet I have ever seen. He had a cigarette in one hand, a malted beverage in the other and was wearing a black T-shirt that had a picture on the front of Sir Ian Fraser Kilmister (Not yet Knighted by the Queen but he should be)\m/. The back of the shirt read "I'm So Bad....Baby I Don't Care." He proceeded to take a drag of his smoke, a drink of his brew and shouted at the young lad in the street "Hey boy.....git yer butt up here 'fore I open a can of whoop ass." At this point, I was wondering if I should intervene. Fortunately, an older woman (probably Captain Super Mullet's Mother) who appeard quite sober came out of the house, calmly went to get the boy and brought him safely back inside. Before I drove away, I made eye contact with Mr. Motorhead shirt. He looked at me, unleashed a massive Coors inspired belch, enthusiatstically lifted his hand (the one that wasn't holding the beer) to throw me the "horns" and started laughing hysterically before stumbling back into the house. You may be wondering why I am telling you this story. What I am getting at is this, try as you may but it is just wrong put all "Metal Heads" into a single category (as many people seem to enjoy doing). This World is littered with millions of headbanging hooligans. Not all of us don a sweet mullet, get drunk in the afternoon and neglect our Children. We Metal Warriors are a diverse crowd.....we are Bankers (Scrotos), Business Owners(Dr. Beau), Hotel Managers(Dominicus), etc; The list goes on and on. That being said, you can forget about silly stereotypes. There is no need to put us all into a small category...there is enough Motorhead for us all to enjoy.....\m/..