Okay, kind of a stupid writer's block, but it's a good memory so oh well. I was walking into Borders one day and out front were a bunch of biker guys hanging out drinking coffee at the cafe thingy. I wasn't in a very good mood that day and my outfit reflected it: Black long sleeved tshirt from the Hard Rock Cafe, black gaucho pants, black Vans. And
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