September 26, 2011 8:51 AM PDT
Since this is my post, I'll start.
I have been called many names. After all, I've been divorced 3 times.... (I'm starting to think it ain't the women!)
The one that has stuck the longest is Edgewalker. It seemed that one of the local M/C chapter had a 'word' out on me. I was told to stay out of a certain bar and away from a certain dancer. So I immediately showed up there the next night. Well, when three of them rolled in the back door, I just got up and walked out. Hit the door at a long stride and had the bike running before they cleared the front door (their bikes were out back).
Next day, I hung around and watched the clubhouse and when the Prez left , I followed him. Waited until he went into the bar and I took a big chance. Bought him a double Capt and coke for him (I knew that's what he drank) and one for me. He sat down in the back and I walked to within 5 or 6 ft and yelled over the music "My name is Jake Walker. You got a 'word' on the street on me. It's makin me damned edgy. I really like that bar and the dancer I'm interested in ain't seeing anybody from yer club. So ya ugly sumbitch, I'll fight ya if I have to but I'd rather have a drink with ya. Seein how I got two drinks here, I'll give you one and maybe we could see if we can see eye to eye."
He stared at me, scowl on his face. "I don't like you." (Not good) "I'm gonna kick yer ass (worse yet) and if ya survive... I might talk to ya." I set the drinks down and the fight was on. I had the reach, youth & lots of experience. He, on the other hand, outweighed me by 75-80 lbs and was as mean as a wharf rat. He knocked me down several times and opened up a cut over my right eye, so the blood was aflowin! This took place inside the bar and lasted... oh mebbe a minute and a half. Music was still blarin, the few folks that were in there had come back to watch... and this was HIS bar.
He had just knocked me down (again) and as I got up (again) I looked at him and grinned. "Ya had enough yet? I can keep fallin down like this all night!" Now, I had landed quite a few punches and I knew that his lower left ribcage was pretty sore. His right eye was swollen up so he was even uglier than normal and he looked at me like I had just hit him again. He yelled "You are right on the edge of pissin me off!" Then he turned his back on me...
He walked over to the two Capt and Cokes and drained em both. Then he turned back to me and said "Hey Edge, we're outta booze, ya worthless f*ker. Grab us a couple more." Now I would like to say that we became friends, but this ain't a Disney movie. However, the 'word' was lifted and I was 'allowed' to patronize the bar again. The Prez and I.... well let's just say that I was allowed to hang with the club.
I didn't stay in any place very long back then, so by the time they asked me to prospect, I knew it was time to move on. The name Edge stuck and since my last name is Walker....
Ride Enjoy Repeat!
Edge
A short PS... Some would say "You got some BRASS!" Brass? Yeah, some... but mostly ornery and lucky. He coulda just shot me ya know? It was a local club, they weren't 'at war' with any other clubs (so the Prez traveled alone sometimes) and I really liked that lil red headed dancer! What a man will do for a little squitch'um, eh?
So share your name and your story.
Thanks for reading!
so I'm Chocmintz , mainly because I LOVE chocolate mint cremes - though not as much as I love my Sheep Shaun and Ethel of course 
