Just recently I attended my Grandfather's funeral(hadnt seen him since I was like 6 and have almost no memory of him). You know how some people take pictures at funerals? Well, the police took the pics at this one. You see, my Grandfather (Old Al as everyone called him) was a biker. Well, he wasnt a biker technically. He rode his bike all of 35 feet in his life. But he was allowed to join a biker "gang" (for lack of a better word) because he would attend all of the events in a van. So at his funeral, 90% of the people there were bikers. They all rode up in harley's and had the leather, etc. Of course the police tried to get in to the funeral home but the people who owned it wouldnt let them. So after the funeral we all went to a pub (I could go I just couldnt by anything alcoholic). The police, of course followed us. They had this van in the parking lot (We were on the patio). They would take pics of all the license plates and all the people. After that, everyone went home exept for us family of him (About 8 people) to his house. We smoked a joint and went home.
So thats my family, bikers and drug users(Ocassional)
Great isin't it?
So thats my family, bikers and drug users(Ocassional)
Great isin't it?