I've always longed for the road.
Although I know that Hells Angels aren't a bunch of saints, I seem to be attracted to their freewheelin' roots. I've always thought a life of travel and living as an outlaw in some way or another would be glorious. Perhaps though I realize that these dreams aren't what they seem and living on the road is much less badass than it seems. I suppose just be an outlaw in the way you live: meaning go for broke don't worry about being labeled an outcast because fuck it you're going to be dead soon.
Be an outlaw and rob a bank, paint some graffiti, or get your friend to give you a homemade tattoo of a skull and cross bones. Also have a radical day.
Here's some other posts on badasses that I've done: