bikers started filing in, one and two at a time, until there were ten to fifteen strong. the bartender noticed too. she kept pulling her hair down, straightening it perhaps, maybe she felt it was too kinky or something. every five minutes or so she would be checking her hair out and yanking first one side, then the other. making sure that when she walked back to the cool end of the bar that her hair was as fabulous as it could be. no one noticed her hair. bouncing around back there in a blue sweater that tightened noticeably in two cabbage sized areas, a denim mini-skirt and knee high dancers boots.
i had arrived too late to get flashed, according to my dog bill. she showed her tits and pussy and everything. exciting things happen around bill. we did arrive just in time for pizza though. apparently this was one of the two dancers that went on the famous bus trip to the orioles game where there was much madcappity and high-jinxedness.
it was a nice nite in fishtown, the boys were excitedly watching their "stone cold lock" of the year coming in. fresno packed their wallets with 1600, 200 and 100 and the celebration was on. on the way to the bathroom someone handed me a pack of smokes and i was halfway handing them back to them when i realized the real surprise was in the pack and could be enjoyed in the privacy of the bathroom. the high spirits and enthusiasm for urgent, earnest converations was thus explained. they werent all just coming down with a cold due to the change in the weather, the sniffles they all seemed to have had thanks to scarface.
someone had a masterful heavy metal ear and picked all of my favorite jukebox songs from zepplin, van halen and the air guitar came out once or twice as we shouted conversation at each other because the volume knob was turned to eleven.
someones fiance called and he had to take the call out front on the sidewalk because of the massive amounts of rocking that we were engaged in and soon another followed suit with his ex, putting his kids to bed in boston i think. 45 minutes later theyre back and being ragged on hard.
the bartender/stripper had the door open and there was a new dude on the sidewalk out front. he didnt have a phone. he was glaring. he was sporting a different colored vest from the fellows in the back of the club. his was a stunning black leather number while the gentleman who bought the bar a round of drinks was denim clad.
big joe came in and said "we have to leave right now" and a minute later we were consoling the bartender and telling her we'd be back real soon as a new set of vests started to file into the bar.
how cute, maybe theyre discussing the toys for tots rally that they just had is what i was thinking. my mind all warm and fuzzy from last weeks big toy run that tied up traffic and thousands of bikers donated toys and tied up traffic on a beautiful saturday afternoon.
none of the bikers going into the bar had toys though. except for the one big joe said had something under his vest that made a sharp metallic "clack clack" as if a machine or tool was being made ready for use. thats when he urged us to vamoose.
maybe it wasnt a shotgun, but why find out?
maybe these bikers were "instant" bikers, pussy ass lawyers and doctors and bondstraders going thru male menopause, just getting together to dicuss how invigorating harley ownership is...
or maybe it was more sinister,
a viagra deal gone sour?
"you shorted me on the viagra man."
"and what are you cutting that crap with man, that shit was wack, my wood was not as petrified as usual, and now my secretary doesnt think shes sexy."

it was the best time to go at anyrate, there was another bar, alot more earnest conversations and laughter and cards til dawn in a smokefilled basement. mmmm, i love the smell of cigarette smoke in clothes. is that newport i smell in your hair?