BAD HABITS.
NO REGRETS, JUST STORIES.

“Man with Bad Habits” is a confession disguised as confidence. This isn’t just a portrait—it’s a manifesto from a self-aware sinner, grinning through wrinkles and cigarette smoke. With a knit cap branded “GOLD” and a brain scribbled over the surface, he owns his vices with unapologetic flair. On this planet, being flawed is the new virtue. Goodness is boring. Badness sells.

The artwork mocks nostalgia and masculinity while secretly clinging to both. “Old but gold,” “Only rich men make her happy,” and “I’m 69 years old, no spa” are not just words—they’re tattoos of a lifetime lived loud. He’s rich in Bitcoin but bankrupt in emotion. Surrounded by irony, fantasy, lust, and tech-age commentary, the man becomes every ex, every dad, every aging rebel who refuses to go quietly.

This is not redemption—it’s resistance. The man knows he’s not perfect. He doesn’t want to be. In BadAss Planet, he’s a relic, a legend, a lovable bastard who traded guilt for gold and silence for style. He doesn’t ask for forgiveness. He just lights another cigarette and lets the chaos speak for itself.