Hank Williams III sings and can sound like his grampa old Hank. He and his band can also get fuckin weird! I know you're gonna dig Young Hank!!!
[My ex was] the best Harley ridin', loved to fuck, knew it all- loved acid, coke, crank, cock, weed- she had been there, done it all! Back in the 70s if you rode a Harley in Minneapolis, the Twin Cities, before long and enough parties, you met or heard of her! She was one of the first Harley ridin' women of that era. She rode a custom FLH stroker, one of the best riders I would ever know. She put on the long miles.
Together too long, the drugs, the drinkin'- we started fighting each other. Living at the gravel pit, I hit her back one night, and I went to jail. I had enough of our craziness. No fuckin' way we should have hooked up!!
An untreated PTSD Vet, a woman who had let some con job, drug addict doc fuck her body up, he had injected industrial silicone into her ass and tits. He had forgotten to tell her about the death, and this shit wouldn’t work. She had been used as an experiment, injected silicone wouldn't work.
Now fucked up for life she had returned to Minnesota. Wearing oversize sunglasses and a lot of makeup, she hid most of the scars. She had been with an “infamous” Harley motor builder years before we got together. He kept that custom Shovelhead she rode from her hookin' days in top shape. She wanted another “wrench” to do the same for her ungrateful self.
Before I got with her, they had a big biker storybook wedding with a cast of thousands. It made all the papers and a few TV Stations. All that wasn't enough. She wanted big tits and would do anything to get them. She met a docfrom Chicago that promised her biggies if she would move to Chi-town to be with his 50-something old bones. So she left her new hubby for silicone-injected titties.
This doc was a con man, coming to town in a rented Lincoln. She thought she would be in the $$$$$$! Reality was he was going to prison for killing a “transvest” makin' tits for him/her with his needles and silicone. Old Doc would make her a big ass, big tits, and alter her face with his needles, and then teach her how to inject silicone. She would fuck up some of her friends - it also made them crazy! Old con man Doc, he had conned her!
They lived in a motel room rented by the month. He liked to hide in the next room and take movies of her screwing a boy she picked up in the laundromat. Old Doc was a U-tuber Preevert! He had made his cock a
“Johnny Waad” It wouldn’t work anymore.
The shit he put in her started goin' bad. Her face looked like she had been beat- tits got hard like kneecaps!Anyhoo, she wanted out, came back to Minnesota, and was hidin' out, stayin' with some friends of mine. She was scared of old Doc. He wanted her to wait for him while he did his prison time. Told her he was connected. She was done with him. He didn’t fit in her biker world.
Anyhoo, I was single, free and horny. Not a good thing to be. I shoulda stayed that way! She had some coke, and a wet one. We got together the night before old Doc was to show up. We made each other praise God! Coke will do that! I said to her that Old Doc sounded like a con and that most of these guys are full of shit. A late nite telephone call was all it took, Old Doc was History. I was right. He was a con man. This was all part of what would make her insane!
At the time I was drawing unemployment and lived in my Aunt Bea’s attic. Aunt Bea didn’t like ”blonde, white women”. I had a couple of weeks until I went back to work at the gravel pit. By this time I was just along for the ride, not paying attention- I’m lazy like that. Civilian life is boring. Mostly, I don’t pay it much attention- after ya been in a few Shoot Em Ups!! Life pretty much sucks, ain't much to get excited about!
Anyhoo, I was getting maneuvered like a “John” by one of the best in the business. Knowing what she wanted, and how to get it, she usually got it! I was satisfied to stay high or drunk- it didn’t matter. Having been popular before leaving town she worked at getting that popularity back, that wasn't to be. No longer was she the only women “Rider”. Settled at her sister’s, she let everyone know she was in town. Having been a feature
in EasyRider’s bike rag in April 1974, she had that over who she called the other ‘bitches’ that rode.
All this shit was important to her! ME, I could care less, this was another bitch of hers! Anyhoo, needing more room for my car, truck and bike, I moved out of my Aunt Bea’s attic and into the underground at the gravel
pit. My landlord was happy. I worked for him and would keep the “Dumpers” out. I ran his rock crushers and took care of any problems that the weekend help couldn't handle. She wouldn’t move into the place. It had been used as a chicken coop, although cleaned out, the chickenshit smell remained. I couldn’t smell.
TJ needed to get away from some crazie he was shacked up with, so he moved into the “Bunker”. TJ got rid of the smell, and used Boric acid on the place. We slept in the garage until he finished the job. The bunker was on a hill with an attached garage, within a stand of Oak. Gravel pit in back. TJ ringed the front, the only exposed wall with 55 gallon drums full of dirt. Planted pine which helped get rid of the smell, we heated with firewood from the pit. We cut the wood with our chainsaws.
We also had a compound bow, and a lot of deer in the pit. We had it all but Pussy! Legalize Brothels! Another fuck up. I let her move in. She and TJ COULD NOT GET ALONG! The VA came through for TJ, he got his own place, 75 miles north. It was that summer. Her ex-hubby, the motor-builder, got killed on his bike. By this time she was completely nuts. She was getting turned down by all the docs and hospitals she had asked to scrape the silicone out of her.
I wanted out. She had started fuckin’ around. Get a job, I said, and was hired by one of the big defense
contractors in the state… and she still works for them!! We were on and off for a few more months, until she smashed a platter over my head. We had a shack in St. Paul which I had moved out of. We were just settling up, score even!
20 years later We saw each other at a biker friend's funeral. Apologizing to each other, we had a talk. She had been to the Mayo Clinic, where they had scraped the silicone out of her, leaving two big scars the length of her face. Her tiitties and ass were gone! She seemed to have mellowed out, 20 years and a lot of hurt. She was sorry to have fucked me and some other good people over. Said she was married and wasn’t “Dinky-Dow” anymore!Sold that Custom FLH, Bought a new Evo. Ride On! Sinh Loi...
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