“On Labor Day 1966, I pushed my luck a little too far and got badly stomped by four or five Angels who seemed to feel I was taking advantage of them. A minor disagreement suddenly became very serious….I got in my car and sped off, spitting blood on the dashboard and weaving erratically across both lanes of the midnight highway until my one good eye finally came into focus….I was tired, swollen, and whipped. My face looked like it had been jammed into the spokes of a speeding Harley, and the only … [Read more...] about Hell’s Angels are Coming to Town
Measuring out my life with coffee spoons ...and books
