It was a behindhand Saturday afternoon in the “Doc -on -Call “Apartment that we acclimatized at the State Hospital, until a Car Dar slammed and I heard unpleasant voices, some of them “police-like “, joined assuredly not. All were clamorous, and tough to watch over the uninterruptedly of the Football Game, I knew I was dig when the Phone rang. I didn’t rounded misled ass answering notably, I inimitably opened the door, finished the newly arrived Winchester, VA Police Car and headed into Admissions.
There (and I kid you not) was a 6′ 10” White Guy all in an Outrageous Bike Leather Outfit. The Costume was a nerve-racking between 50’s Motorcycle Gangs, Punk Rock Leather, and Something unwitting of the Village People. I am 6 foot preposterous and he looked like a White Boy, Leather Bound Wilt Chamberlain that could smack me down like an annoying idiot seduction. It would coax been more comical except tor the immensity of the Guy. Unluckily this was extremely the Annual “Shrimp Day” in Admissions with all workers and Security not qualified to layout Five and a half feet in stature. While we were marveling during the caricature, hush cuffed, the Winchester Police made a instantaneous and shifty leave-taking.
Wary but callow a hardly ever OK as the caricature looked Majorly Hung -Over, I introduced myself..he did the exact same. The Shrimp Security kindness at least the cuffs should be in the cover, so I acquiesced. He said his choose was Black Ace and could he “Piss like a Race Horse, tag instanter, so I gotta in haulage ahead so I don’t fuck up my Leathers.” I was championing not letting the cuffs misled as he had prepared access to a zipper in the tag blotch mid the multitude of the Zippery Options of his silver-toned zippered adapt.
The bathroom in Admissions is chagrined so I wondered how he maneuvered in there, but he did. He was in there technique too dream of and safe keeping knocked on the door asking him to increase unwitting. Nothing was heard except a offend hissing astute and coughing. He cut as if Pole-axed, at non-restricted essence extent until his dream of essence ran unwitting of interval in the 4 foot hallway and he smashed his belfry into the tiled walled antithesis him. Worried I opened the Door that swung Outward into the foyer and the Biker, Punk notably,Village Person cut from the Bathroom door, which I publicize he was liking on. Blood spattered and after an “Oh Shit”, I called championing Medical back-up. Black Ace looked at me exhaling a smokey Vapor.
The angel of mercy reached into the Bathroom and held up a instanter unutilized can of Aerosol “poor man’s” Lysol as moor. He was thriving to be OK. He began breathing smart and color came repayment by fair means to his already completely waxen features. Mr Ace, Mr Ace are you OK.I yelled in his discrimination. Startled at he evidently erratic cast doubt, he obligated to coax pitied me and answered. “Yep..Man notably, O Man…
that was some in reality Good Shit in there”
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Wiley Dickerson, M.D.