Sitting at Safehouse, listening at first to Miles Davis’ “Bye Bye, Blackbird”, then to the wailing “KEE-RASHH!” of a vehicular collision.

Six bikers at the front of the bar take off running, pants chains from their Slipknot wallets rattling as they go.

I silently curse myself for my cynicism: judging their actions as those of immature attention-seekers, trying to involve themselves in whatever drama they can.

Until their ringleader, after assessing the situation, comes barreling into the joint, extending his fist for me to “bump”.

“Dude, Bro!  You just missed the sickest accident!  Fucking:  ’sccreeach, WHAMMO!’.  Say Goodnight, bitch!”.

Awesome.

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