The Brotherhood of Badasses

Now, I did not invent this name, I was declared its King and leader by the one who did.  The Brotherhood of Badasses is a complex thing that has roots in Buddhism and monasteries.

For one, it is a loose translation into English.  The original Thai is difficult to translate into English.

Right now there are only a few levels of the Brotherhood:

acolyte
apprentice
master

The Brotherhood is one of self designation and recognition.  One MAY designate themselves as affiliated with the Brotherhood of Badasses if one wishes, however, MUST say they are only affiliated and as an acolyte only and be VERY clear about the communication.  Otherwise, there will be consequences.

An apprentice is one who has a master or teacher.  One cannot choose a teacher.  The teacher must accept one as their apprentice.

Many and most people affiliated with the Brotherhood of Badasses will never reach the state of master.  Perhaps other designations will be made at a later time, but for now there are the 3.  Plus a Grand master and the King/Leader (me).

While it is called the Brotherhood of Badasses, it is open to females as well.

I am not accepting any apprentices as my 4 year old son Kohdee is my only apprentice.  Well, his mother is also, but only through loose affiliation and not as direct.  I am open to other female apprentices, but have my hands full with Kohdee on the male side.

The Crematorium

The Prince Andrew of The United States has been forced to live amongst the homeless.  I call it "The Crematorium" because across the street and around back on the corner is the Brooklyn Funeral Home with Cremation Services building.  It is across the street from a large abandoned church.

Also interesting, my adoptive father Joseph Brown III used to have light switches and radios on timers for when we were out of town.  It gave the appearance that we were still at home.  This works if you have a garage, I suppose, but if you do not have a garage, then it is blaringly obvious that we were out of town.  It really depended on who was watching.  But anyhow, there was another church about a mile away from The Crematorium that had chains on the door.  I noticed the church looked filled on Sunday, but something appeared off.  I think the same thing happened at that church, but the light bill is still being paid.  I noticed that church because 4 fire trucks showed up yesterday to a house nearby.  It seemed quite serious, but the trucks vacated quickly.