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ain’t lookin’ to go into a bunch of detail on this, because the whole thing makes me sick, but here we go,” I paused and stood from my seat.
    “There’s a child molester in town and he’s been making little kids suck his cock; little grade school kids. He made videos of this shit. Cops raided his place on a fucked up search warrant. Bottom line? He’s free and they can’t charge him. They got all the proof, but they can’t use it in court. Frank’s asked us to take care of this guy. I need probably three volunteers. So, it’ll be me and three others. Who will it be?” I hesitated and reached for the rubber band without thinking.
    Snap!
    The entire room erupted. Every swingin’ dick in the meeting was screaming and hollering me, me, me . I shook my head and reached toward the table. Before I got the hammer in my hand, Otis screamed.
    “Order, God damn it,” he hollered.
    The room fell close to silent.
    “Order!” Otis screamed.
    Silence.
    I turned to face Otis and shook my head, “Jesus. I need to get a bike repossessed and I can’t get one motherfucker to volunteer. Got us a ChoMo to kill and every cocksucker here raises his hand and screams like a fucking kindergartner. Now fuck, there are thirty-two of you fuckers. I need four total , and one of them is gonna be me . Now how we gonna decide this?”
    “I think we ought to draw straws, Slice. Cut twenty seven of them the same, and five shorties. The shorties win,” Tater responded.
    I raised my hands in the air in frustration, “Well?”
    “I make a motion we draw straws,” Tater growled.
    “Second,” someone screamed.
    “Who seconded it?” Fancy asked.
    “Toad,” Toad screamed from the back of the room.
    “All in favor?”
    “Aye,” echoed from around the room.
    “Opposed?”
    Silence.
    I pressed my hands into my hips and raised my eyebrows, “Only problem I see is this . We ain’t got any fucking straws.”
    Following a reasonable amount of groaning and grumbling, Fancy spoke, “I can cut up a few sheets of paper.”
    “Well, get to cuttin’ it,” I shrugged.
    After a few minutes of dicking around, Fancy produced a hat with wads of paper in it. I looked at him and shook my head in disbelief. As I accepted the hat, I raised it to shoulder height and inhaled a slow breath.
    “Listen up. Everyone take one of Fancy’s wads of fucking paper from the hat. The three short ,” I paused and turned to face Fancy.
    He nodded his head.
    I turned to face the fellas, “The three short pieces get to go. Everyone else, I appreciate your willingness, but this is how we’re doing it.”
    As soon as Fancy passed the hat around the room, everyone began to compare paper strips. It would stand to reason Fancy would have made the short lengths of paper significantly shorter than the rest, but he didn’t. Leave it up to the Secretary to cut a half inch off of an eleven inch strip of paper. After ten minutes of comparison, Otis, Tater, and Toad were the winners . I couldn’t have picked a better crew if I had selected them myself.
    “Alright, Otis, Toad, and Tater are the winners of this fiasco. You three stay after Church, and we’ll discuss details. Now, rides . Saturday’s ride is mandatory just in case any of you forgot. We’ll meet here at seven in the morning, and head out to Wichita at eight. First bike out is at nine. That’ll give us plenty of time. After the ride, maybe we’ll hit a few bars. Any new business need discussed?”
    Otis looked around the room, and turned to face me, “I got one thing, Slice.”
    “Well, let’s hear it,” I grumbled.
    Otis widened his eyes and began to speak, “ Pete’s Ol’ Lady came in here the other day, and was turned away. He didn’t say anything to me , but I’ve heard some shit talking floating around about how I treated her when I escorted her off the lot. Seems Pete ain’t lookin’ to take it up with me, so maybe a refresher of the bylaws are in order. What do ya think?”
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