“Social Media Is Not Real Life,” – Essena O’Neill “Nothing Reads Like Real Life” – me After three years of FaceBook-ing/Instagram-ing/Tweeting, amassing nearly a half a million ‘friends’ and followers, after securing...
The men were wearing denim vests over their t-shirts. Sewn on the back of the vests was a full three-piece outlaw motorcycle club patch. The gray top rocker with blue letters said Skuldmen—directly below it was a rectangular MC patch—the bottom rocker said New York....
The small of band of Skuldmen MC pulled out and hit the Wilbur Cross Parkway again. Side by side, the best way to ride, they screamed down the picturesque highway in central Connecticut. Ten minutes later they blasted through the Heroes Tunnel in West Rock Ridge....
“Is this all of you? I mean, are there others?” “How many members we have is really not any of your business,” Jimmie retorted. Chapter 17, page 154, One Light Coming: A Biker’s Story (Book 3 in a series published by Blockhead City Press released on October 1,...
“Interesting crew you have here.” “Nothing but the best. We’re one big family. We don’t exactly fit the image and standards the rest of society seems to consider everybody should live by. We live just a little off the grid, on the fringe.” Jake gave Jimmie a...
After a few beers, Jake headed to the bathroom, and while there, something caught his ear. Little Jimmie and another club member who Jake recognized but didn’t know by name, were talking in almost hushed tones over in one corner. “Yeah, we found her. The bitch was...
