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Hells Angel

Hells Angel We talked a bit like two similar beings for eye was drunk and justifying it badly he was not unkind to me if not fully truthful it is just their way he had his identification card and pulled it from his wallet as eye gave him two dollars he was inclined to talk so eye told him my troubles it is not wrong to get delivered from trouble no matter sometimes where it may come from a boy who was very much wasted had troubled and threatened me and eye had a new found friend so listen as eye bend ewe ear and his was a motor car like a Ford or a Buick his trunk would not close he had very nice clothes on his boots what a shine and he showed me his Driver’s License with the Hells Angel LOGO the Chapter and Verse of his Chapter. He was fingering his knife in his hand to make sure it was sharp as eye noticed it he grinned. That day of my life eye was scared for eye thought it was the end of my life. He seemed sorry to see me leave a little like a bad B version of a best friend. He sent the speed freak a reproach for bothering me And eye never told no one this story Eye knoe what they mean. When they say there is the Devil to pay? That poor boy is not troubling no old man today.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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