by Rachel Lynch in

Go blonde. Eat cereal. Drink the sea. Ride NYC. Ask my boys, I straight up do it. I say let's jump out a window, let's jump off a building baby. So we do it. We beat up anyone on our way to the roof, stand with our ash blonde hair and leather jackets overlooking the city before we head out. We rev our bikes at midnight and watch those fuckers run. Gun in my pocket in a hotel room at the Tompson, the mad amazon blonde who pisses people off. I'm sorry, I really am. Tell your mom I said so.

I'm dangerous and too many people don't approve. When I was sixteen I dubbed a badass, now they've added blonde onto that. I'll continue to milk both for decades to come. Blonde badass I'm gonna do my think until the day the reaper come for me.