Fill or kill.
Chase her with a side of Bourbon?
Negotiation. Brinksmanship. Everyone is desperate to survive, hungry for power, and looking to save face.
But the Pagans caught me off-guard when they asked what kind of motorcycles we ride. Fuck, I don’t even have a helmet.
Panicking now, I had to buy time: “I heard you guys are a bunch of homos. That true?”
That led to a little scuffle – some punches were thrown – but cooler heads prevailed. And we agreed to pick up the talks in a couple of days.
But now it’s time to buy our bikes. We must choose wisely.
1) Respect your elders
2) Clip that pony tail
3) Take a fucking report