I re-met a man who used to be famous, within my family, for being a bada$$.
He earned this title simply by having sleeves (tattoo),
and maybe 4 piercings.

He has now turned into a frum,
he carries around the Midrash
with highlighted arrow stickies,
and a son with curls on the side of his hair
called something like Haroah Tickvah.

He seemed happy,
with that deep barrier the eyes can sometimes make
when you've become dedicated
to anything,
or god.