My heroes do not wear capes, they do not fly. They do not save
damsels in distress, or slay dragons. They do not discover hidden
lands, or fight men with hooks in place of a hand. My heroes wear
tattoos, they play guitar. They have been through many hardships,
not unlike ours. They sing of kissing razors and baby scars. They
sing of vices and making it through the day. My heroes have kept me
alive, when all I wanted to do was fade away. E.G