I used to be cool
When I was a young Ninja, I tore up this city like a chainsaw oil fire. It helps when you can get into any venue at any time on any whim. Even if I did not have the ability to seemingly pass through walls and make the impossible common, or if I didn't have mind control abilities, or if you took away my intimidating fear induced mastery of the common man, or even if you stripped me of all Ninja skill and abilities and removed my genetic disposition for manifesting impossible outcomes, I still had the simple fact that as a young Ninja I had "it". But as a NinjaDad I have new responsibilities and being a single NinjaDad means I no longer have the time to be an aging scenester. So when I by chance stepped into my new favorite bar the other week, all I could do was take a quick look around, sip a cocktail, kill a patron, and soon be on my way. A small sacrifice to make considering the joys I encounter every day as father. All the cocktails in the world could not replace the euphoria of watching my NinjaSon take his first steps on the ceiling. But for those of you who have the chance, stop by this place. You won't be disappointed.
Death & Co.
Death & Co.