Bob Bitchin Warmth was ahead. I turned the throttle a couple of degrees more, and headed for sun and fun. But Buford T. Wheems, Friendly Sheriff and resident asshole decided that large bikers should not get to where it is warm, and pulled me off the road, for a little tête-à-tête. Now folks, here I must digress. You see, I get a little sleepy when I am on the road, and to keep me “up” I sometimes use a little, uh, well, pharmaceutical help. In other words, I down some drugs. Well, on this particular trip I was fortunate enough to have a friend who had just returned from the shores of Colombia, and snow was offered up as a going away gift. How nice. To make this ‘snow’ able to keep me up, I added a little secret white powder, known as pure crystal methedrine, and topped the mixture off with a dab of extract of the weed, better known as THC. Now this little mixture was in my front right pocket, for easy access when I would start to feel a little drowsy. It would wake ya up, make you feel good, and do all kinds of other neat things. Like give you things to talk to when they ain’t there. Anyway, I had this vial in my pocket. But wait, there is more. You see, when I get into paranoia, I like to do it right. No screwin’ around, ya know. In my inside jacket pocket I was also carrying 107
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