Yellow Canary Dance Hall
Your dad was a risk taker before you were and hospitals knew him by name to prove it. He’s surfed Harleys, dove from planes and done just about everything else that could get a man killed. He was an addict that couldn’t live unless his blood was intoxicated with adrenalin. Sure, he’s snapped bones from top speed falls and had countless skin suit alterations, but it was worth it to be king shit of the streets. Fear was a foreign thing to him and his scars were daily reminders of awesomeness past.
So hipsters, next time you’re pedaling recklessly down a hill on a fixie with no brakes while not wearing a helmet because it will disturb your hair style, remember this…
Your dad wrote the book on how to cheat death on the reg and he’s given the finger salute to the reaper more than once.