I don't know if you can tell, but I'm neither ashamed, angry, or afraid of what people think of me because once I rode with an outlaw biker club. It was just something I did.
It didn't make me a bad person. It made me a lot more aware of body language, people's moods, hidden meanings and agendas, stuff like that. All things I was lacking before, and it would turn out that I would need later in life. It also made me crazy, but I recovered from that.
Truth is, most of the people I met inside the club(s) were crazy, to some degree, but then again, so are musicians. So I've spent most of my life living with people just a little off center. Creative thinkers. Radicals or mavericks of some sort or other.
Don't believe what you see on TV or in movies. Most outlaw bikers are not killers or gun runners. The biggest crime most of them ever commit is smoking weed or being involved in a fist fight. Not that people don't get shot or killed, mind you, but have you seen crime stats lately? Bikers make up a tiny percentage of those stats. The rest of the world is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers, too.
And I hate to say it, but I don't know one person who hasn't broken some law or other. Maybe I sound cynical, but think about it. Who among us is without sin?
Friday, September 26, 2008
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