Post by Southern Soldier on Feb 15, 2015 22:27:37 GMT -6
Traveling down the Californian highways just outside of Fresno on your Dyna Glide motorcycle clocking in at 90 miles an hr when out of nowhere the thought of a cigarette creeps in, it's only then when you decide to ever so slightly slow the missile on wheels. After a few more miles you bring your baby to a complete stop. It is then you reach into your oversized jeans pocket and light that smoke with your lucky zippo.
You place it back into your pocket and gaze out at the desert surrounding. Wide open with little of anything vegetative or animals.... just how you like it. The peace and quiet. Maybe the only time when it's truly you vs your mind. A dangerous situation really. But your not stupid and at 35 and a long time patched in member of the legendary Hells Fire group you've learned how to survive spiritually and physically. You've had to! Slip up even once and your dead.... point blank, someone out there will be one step ahead of you and without hesitation kill you. Stay alert and stay alive
You take a few satisfying drags of your smoke when the sudden urge for a beer overshadows any scenery scenes you can catch at this time of the morning. You finish your smoke and throw the butt to the ground you start your bike hearing the engine roaring you get off the shoulder and back onto the highway, not taking long to get back to previously stated speeds, feeling the wind cut through your shoulder length blonde hair, you Crack your bike wide open as you know there is a highway watering hole less then 45 miles down the road. Please don't get to excited the establishment isn't anything special. It's a truck stop. But whatever it serves beer so shut up.. fast foward 45 miles
You arrive to your destination unscathed been a good day so far. One thing with aligning yourself with the infamous Hells Fire faction is you have enemies everywhere and I do mean everywhere, forced to look over your shoulder every minute of every hour every day till... well... your dead. Not exactly a promising future but Axle Stihl the original Southern Soldier wouldn't have it any other way. There is no questions even with the top shot collars of Hells Fire where Axle s alligance is. Till death is a belief straight to the core
You jump off your Dyna and straighten out your cut before looking towards the familiar sight. At this point you can taste the beer from here and your 50 yards from the enterance. Looks dead, nobody is around. That's good you fucken hate people anyways
You enter and look around. Lots of empty ones but the beauty that catches your eyes is a dimly lit one way way WAY in the back. You almost sprint towards it making sure no other smelly turd swoops in an steals it from you. You reach the table and immediately sit down
It doesn't take long before you light a smoke. It seems to take a shorter amount of time before a waitress approaches you and shy cute like tells you your not allowed to smoke. She's cute... a darlin with a firm ass and nice tots. I'm a man whore. I obliged I put my smoke out. I caught her looking at my kut before scampering off all embarrassed. Yes that's a nice ass
So now your left here again only you and your mind to tussle over supremacy of Axle Stihl s thoughts and actions. That girl forgot to ask me if I want a beer. I still do
Bored you go into the inside pocket of your cut. You grab a small notepad and pencil out to write your thoughts down before they consume you when your interrupted you lift your head hoping it's that waitress you say yes. It's not her it's actually...... dammit you still don't have that beer
You place it back into your pocket and gaze out at the desert surrounding. Wide open with little of anything vegetative or animals.... just how you like it. The peace and quiet. Maybe the only time when it's truly you vs your mind. A dangerous situation really. But your not stupid and at 35 and a long time patched in member of the legendary Hells Fire group you've learned how to survive spiritually and physically. You've had to! Slip up even once and your dead.... point blank, someone out there will be one step ahead of you and without hesitation kill you. Stay alert and stay alive
You take a few satisfying drags of your smoke when the sudden urge for a beer overshadows any scenery scenes you can catch at this time of the morning. You finish your smoke and throw the butt to the ground you start your bike hearing the engine roaring you get off the shoulder and back onto the highway, not taking long to get back to previously stated speeds, feeling the wind cut through your shoulder length blonde hair, you Crack your bike wide open as you know there is a highway watering hole less then 45 miles down the road. Please don't get to excited the establishment isn't anything special. It's a truck stop. But whatever it serves beer so shut up.. fast foward 45 miles
You arrive to your destination unscathed been a good day so far. One thing with aligning yourself with the infamous Hells Fire faction is you have enemies everywhere and I do mean everywhere, forced to look over your shoulder every minute of every hour every day till... well... your dead. Not exactly a promising future but Axle Stihl the original Southern Soldier wouldn't have it any other way. There is no questions even with the top shot collars of Hells Fire where Axle s alligance is. Till death is a belief straight to the core
You jump off your Dyna and straighten out your cut before looking towards the familiar sight. At this point you can taste the beer from here and your 50 yards from the enterance. Looks dead, nobody is around. That's good you fucken hate people anyways
You enter and look around. Lots of empty ones but the beauty that catches your eyes is a dimly lit one way way WAY in the back. You almost sprint towards it making sure no other smelly turd swoops in an steals it from you. You reach the table and immediately sit down
It doesn't take long before you light a smoke. It seems to take a shorter amount of time before a waitress approaches you and shy cute like tells you your not allowed to smoke. She's cute... a darlin with a firm ass and nice tots. I'm a man whore. I obliged I put my smoke out. I caught her looking at my kut before scampering off all embarrassed. Yes that's a nice ass
So now your left here again only you and your mind to tussle over supremacy of Axle Stihl s thoughts and actions. That girl forgot to ask me if I want a beer. I still do
Bored you go into the inside pocket of your cut. You grab a small notepad and pencil out to write your thoughts down before they consume you when your interrupted you lift your head hoping it's that waitress you say yes. It's not her it's actually...... dammit you still don't have that beer
