(That, of course, was only a last resort, when PCP was hard to find. And then he'd go on TV. If that isn't a badass, I don't know what is.)
The world is littered with people who've earned their BA degree. Recent posts have explored this curious state of mind. I hasten to add that the use of substances, both licit and illicit, is not a prerequisite for inclusion in the BA Club; just today a sane and sober colleague earned his way into the hallowed halls of higher learning by asking pointed questions of people in power, and airing the result. Way to go, Jonah Kaplan. That's being a badass. Get down with your bad self.
I'm earning my terminal degree in badassery the hard way these days — by not putting up with shit I once swallowed without question. It's hard to do, sure. But the alternative is fatal. I am confident of only a few things in life, and one of them is my ability to be a great, aggressive reporter, unwilling to back down from difficult situations. I applied that lesson to my personal life, right after the stroke. I'm applying it now to stay strong as I tackle and master a major life's change.
Easy? Hardly. Fun? My ass. Necessary, so I can get back to being the badass who attracted the attention and affection of misfits? Damned right it's necessary.