The “real” bikers left
It was about 1984…a kid, about the age of 11 or 12, pulls from jacket what looked to me to me to be a very realistic to real gun which I hope was a bb-gun, and shows it to me in threatening manner…with grin… I WAS DOING NOTHING BUT RIDING!!! Continue reading ‘The “real” bikers left’
Bye Shannon!
Normally if I attend any sort of Happy Hour activity after work I like to take a cab home because the 18 can get pretty sketchy after rush hour. Well, tonight I went to happy hour and only stayed for two drinks so I thought, well it’s still early, so I’ll hop the 18 home instead of the cab. Big mistake. Continue reading ‘Bye Shannon!’
