THE WINDOW

Once there was a girl and a boy. the little girl slept by the window. in her room. one night the little Boy heard his sister screaming help and he went into her room and there was a Black creature biting her and she said call the police before it comes Again and the creature Said don't call the police before it comes Again and the creature said don't call the police or I will hurt you too and you don't want that and the boy went back to bed and heard her sister and their mom Screaming and he looked in their rooms and they weren't there. he wondered all the days if he would get bit and that night when he was in bed he saw the creature and screamed to see if his sister would hear but he forgot his sister and mom died but it was to late he was bit over and over and he died and when he died and old lady lived there and when she saw the creature she called the police and they said they would be right over but the creature said you did not want to do that because you will get really hurt and you will regret it so when she was bit they arived and saw her screamin and when they turned around and back around they saw her dead body on the groud and the monster disappeared and the Police Never went to save anyone cause they were scared and every one always got bit. But one day another person Moved in and every one who didn't die they warned her over and over and over she said there's nothing to worry About But that night she yelled out her window and said I Believe you but every one was asleep so she was bit and died. The End Ummm...from the thoughts of my 2nd grader...a little dark I'd say? Well - Kudos for mostly spelling everything right! HA!

Everything...means something.

His name is Hillbilly. He laughs...pauses...and laughs again while he points to his belt buckle...

"I got this when I was 21 and a half. Got this when I got my first bike. This vest I'm wearing also has some cool shit." He takes it off and buttons it back up and lays it on his lap. The story begins about a lifestyle I never knew anything about. Biker.

Hillbilly starts explaining first the patches - describing each experience of each ride that each patch represented. I never knew that. Each patch is from one of the rides, the history, the family he's gained along the way. The buttons are called "Days/Daze"(?) - they're given to you by someone - some meaning that they might have wanted you to remember. The pins - most of them silver are from shows - Sturgis and such...that is in fact where he acquired his vest...stolen from the 50th Annual event. Some store clerk was a jerk to him - so he turned around and left, with the vest on! He turned the vest to the back and said - "You wanna know what you do...?" Sure... "You sow this patch here on the back or wherever really and leave the top unsewn - get some cellophane because back in my day we didn't have these little baggies - put hundred doller bills in them - light the top and seal it and throw it in the patch and sew it up!" GTFOOH!!!! (Getthefuckoutofhere)

What a logical thing to do. Ha. He continues on with Biker stories that are only seen in the movies. Rides about guys from England and patches that clearly stirred up some deep emotional memories. He didn't talk about them more than the simple mention while describing the ones's that made him whale out with laughter. "GOD BLESS THAT LORI!" - "She was a wicked lady!" This...is my house sittings neighbor. They really do call him Hillbilly and he fits every description you might imagine for the "Hillbilly Biker"... He came over tonight to check on me - play with the dogs and told me stories about a life I knew little about. That was a real cool time. It made me think about what happen to us doing things to actually remember moments? Collecting pictures has even lost its importance in our world today. My mother always complains how no one ever sends her actual photos.

This was also a reassurance for me... When I went camping I did something I thought was totally dorky but necessary for the event. I made "Camp Bracelets" - it was cool. I thought it was going to be small but everyone was ECSTATIC!!! They loved them and now we can all walk around town with this badge of honor - for we were the first of many CUTTHROAT BAY CAMPERS.

End note: DO something to remember EACH moment. You're not a pack rat - just collecting memories to HELP you remember when you are old - or perhaps to drunk to remember, ha. enter.resting. #CUTTHROATBAY For LIFE!!! #BIKERS