Aug 292010
Talk about a cruel prank. Here I am minding my own business setting fire to the evil HoyleTown city park when along comes a bunch of punks from the Club family – I’ll give you three guesses why they’re called Clubs – Never have the words “put down that torch you one-eyed son of a king” sounded more frightening than at that moment. I turned around (so I could see out of my eye) and was met with a club to the face. When I came to, I discovered that the Club family – expert card splitters – took the majority (three fourths to be exact) of my beautiful bicycle back. Yep . . . now I’m the laughing stock of Bicycle Village with my new nickname, Quarterback.
