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