Hello,
It’s been 30 years since we last spoke. You may remember me as Bad Boy Editor, but that's a title I haven't heard in a long time. I did the thing. I chose life. I gave up all my vices, I gave up motorcycles and monster trucks, brewskis and juuling. I got my life on track. I got a good job, a large automobile, a beautiful wife.. A couple of kids. So why don’t I feel satisfied? Why am I not content? What’s missing? I’ll tell you what's missing: the fucking rush. The adrenaline pumping through my veins when I take a baseball bat to a mailbox out the window of my Chevy Volt, the euphoria that comes with pissing on every lawn in the district. Fuck my job, fuck my wife, fuck my kids. I’m back bitches. I’m back like I’ve never been before. Happy fucking March, this is Bad Boy Editor, signing off.
