When you get to be a certain age, everything that is cool seems to be a lot of nonsensical, idiotic jibberish. The music that blares from the pimp rides makes no sense; it all sounds like a man with severe autism halfheartedly explaining human sexuality to a parrot, while in the background a dangerously unqualified Caribbean contractor rhythmically installs an automatic garage door opener. Bollocks.Fortunately Cowboy-Poets are shielded from the slow decay of rad. We make the rad, we plant the seeds of fresh. Terrible is not the new awesome, not at all. Wack it the new dope.