The Introduction
Jan 7, 2016 11:58:21 GMT -5
Post by Dreamscape on Jan 7, 2016 11:58:21 GMT -5
So I guess this is where we begin our journey with one another. Well let me begin this story with a fuck you to the lies ever told to me and the people who thought it was smart to lie to my face. Remember that statement because in this life I live? There's always some fella wanting to lie to survive. Not a smart way to live in my opinion. Guess you gotta do what you gotta do to get by in this world.
Anyways, let's get the pleasantries out of the way. The name's Mylo. Most people around these parts call me Chief or Wolfy. Why Chief? Apparently from what I was told by people in town my pops was a Apache or whatever. So I guess I'm half Native American and half White. Chief...Whatever I'll take it. Guess that'll explain the Indian chief tatted on my chest too. And Wolfy? Well...There's a few stories about that but I ain't bout to get into any of that. Not yet anyways. I'm from good' ol Kentucky. Piece of shit state if you ask me but whatever. I belong to this bike gang, you might of heard of. Reapers In Pride aka RIP. Now before you go wondering does he know this guy and the next...No. No I do not know Lance Winters. I don't know Joseph Perello. I don't know Viktor Volkov. I don't know any of those fellers you people know of. We belong to the same club but...I don't know them. I never met the sum'bitches like I never met my father. Why that is? Cause we're in different chapters of the gang dumb fuck. You actually expect every damn person in this gang to know one another? It's one of the biggest biker gangs in America I don't know them fellers. I know as much as you people know about them, pal. Well Lance a little more from the stories I've heard from my charter President, Mike.
Now, that I went ahead and told you I never met my pops I might as well tell you I don't know my mama either. Yeah. I'm an orphan. I know a little bit about them though. Well just know my dad is some Apache who was in RIP. Still is I think. And my mom was his old lady. Wish I would've known her. She sounded like a strong woman from what my aunt, Shirley. Shirley was a friend of my mom before she died. She told me all she could about my parents but something about her seemed off to me. Like sometimes she wasn't giving me the full story. That's exactly what she was doing. That part of the story can wait though.
Anyways, let's get the pleasantries out of the way. The name's Mylo. Most people around these parts call me Chief or Wolfy. Why Chief? Apparently from what I was told by people in town my pops was a Apache or whatever. So I guess I'm half Native American and half White. Chief...Whatever I'll take it. Guess that'll explain the Indian chief tatted on my chest too. And Wolfy? Well...There's a few stories about that but I ain't bout to get into any of that. Not yet anyways. I'm from good' ol Kentucky. Piece of shit state if you ask me but whatever. I belong to this bike gang, you might of heard of. Reapers In Pride aka RIP. Now before you go wondering does he know this guy and the next...No. No I do not know Lance Winters. I don't know Joseph Perello. I don't know Viktor Volkov. I don't know any of those fellers you people know of. We belong to the same club but...I don't know them. I never met the sum'bitches like I never met my father. Why that is? Cause we're in different chapters of the gang dumb fuck. You actually expect every damn person in this gang to know one another? It's one of the biggest biker gangs in America I don't know them fellers. I know as much as you people know about them, pal. Well Lance a little more from the stories I've heard from my charter President, Mike.
Now, that I went ahead and told you I never met my pops I might as well tell you I don't know my mama either. Yeah. I'm an orphan. I know a little bit about them though. Well just know my dad is some Apache who was in RIP. Still is I think. And my mom was his old lady. Wish I would've known her. She sounded like a strong woman from what my aunt, Shirley. Shirley was a friend of my mom before she died. She told me all she could about my parents but something about her seemed off to me. Like sometimes she wasn't giving me the full story. That's exactly what she was doing. That part of the story can wait though.
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I don't exactly know what the hell I'm doing here. Coach Spikes just told me I needed to talk some crap about this feller El Grande Malo? The hell is that? I don't know what to say about the dude except I just don't give a damn about em. I don't give a damn about anybody in this place to be perfectly honest. I'm not here for any of you. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here for myself and myself only. Malo? I'm sure you're thinking to yourself watching this saying "Oh this kid doesn't know what he's doing." "He sucks." You're right. Yeah buddy you're absolutely right. I signed that contract not knowing what the hell I was getting myself into.
I'm not following in anybodies footsteps. I'm not tryna be like the guys you people know and see on HBO. I know that's all you people are gonna be able to say about me cause you see me wearing this cut. I know that's how stupid you people are. You take one look at a person and think you got em all figured out. I know that's how simple minded most of you are. You can try to compare me to those dude but truth is I don't have nothing in common with them except the fact we belong to the same club. Other than that you can't really compare me to them.
Yeah...I'm a Reaper In Pride. This ain't no Sons Of Anarchy either. Know that's something else you retards would probably try and say. I'm the real thing, kid. I'm not living my life based on a damn tv show. I'm not acting. This cut isn't some prop. This club ain't some made up fairy tale. This is all real. The things I've done. The things I've seen. All of it is real. I don't need to put on a mask and sound like a idiot. I don't need to act like something I'm not. Nah buddy. That just ain't me.
I'm not following in anybodies footsteps. I'm not tryna be like the guys you people know and see on HBO. I know that's all you people are gonna be able to say about me cause you see me wearing this cut. I know that's how stupid you people are. You take one look at a person and think you got em all figured out. I know that's how simple minded most of you are. You can try to compare me to those dude but truth is I don't have nothing in common with them except the fact we belong to the same club. Other than that you can't really compare me to them.
Yeah...I'm a Reaper In Pride. This ain't no Sons Of Anarchy either. Know that's something else you retards would probably try and say. I'm the real thing, kid. I'm not living my life based on a damn tv show. I'm not acting. This cut isn't some prop. This club ain't some made up fairy tale. This is all real. The things I've done. The things I've seen. All of it is real. I don't need to put on a mask and sound like a idiot. I don't need to act like something I'm not. Nah buddy. That just ain't me.