The Badass Constitution

Establishing the supreme laws every Badass shall live by . . . and shit.

Nana passed away in 1987 when I was just a stick-thin clueless pre-teen. I remember clearly her late night, red wine induced, give-advice-to-the-world-from-the-dining-room-table moments, often starting with the phrase "I'll tell you what the problem is . . . ". She had answers for everything and everyone, whether they liked it or not. And with her Virginia Southern drawl and fowl sailor's mouth, Nana's sound (and sometimes not quite s