At 11 a.m. I needed a drink after a horrible meeting with some clowns in the publishing world, so I go to the first place I see. The place is a country-blues biker bar and there are a few pople inside. There is a blues band playing and the lead singer is nine-fucking-years-old (shouldn't he be in school!?). You'd think it would be cute, but it wasn't. It was rather fucking annoying. The kid's dad, who is the lead guitarist, says his son is a musical prodigy. But he's wrong! The kid sings like he is getting his nuts crushed in a vice. Then ten minutes later the music doesnt just suck, but it's starting to piss me off, so I try to talk to the bartender but she isn't interested in conversation. Then I realize that if I was unemployed, had three DWIs, a rebel flag tattoo, and owned a $30,000 Harley she would probably give me more attention. Cheers to biker women!!!
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i'll tell you if it was me
not that it's very important
the biker guys who come into the bar i work in still look at me like a piece of meat.....i don't own a bike, a tattoo, or any leather clothing
ngnm