I was looking at the obituaries today. I'm getting older. Something I do. Admit it. As you get older you start to look and see if you know anybody. Anyway, I came across an obituary of an 85 year old man. He had the most bad ass picture. Suit and tie. Plain background. Looking a little bit at an angle so you don't see him straight on. His name was Sammie. He looked like a mobster. Like his name should be Sammie the Nose. You can picture him pointing at you with his scotch in one hand, cigar in the other and sniffing at you with disdain because you didn't do exactly what he asked. A slight nod of the head as he does it. It was a picture from him in his 30's or 40's. Which got me thinking. I'm going to be 40. I need one bad ass picture that can be used when I die. Hopefully when I'm 85. And people are like. Damn. She looked awesome. Classic. But she could cut a bitch. So here's to getting that picture. So people see me in 45 years and wonder about what my story was.