Biker Gang.

Yesterday The Connoisseur sent me a link to a guy who we went to high school with. Another friend of ours was unnaturally obsessed with him for ages, so it was with good humor and laughter that we remembered him. Anyway, I had a dream last night that was amusing to say the least. Due to a song that came out somewhere in the same time frame as our other friend’s obsession with this boy, we’ll call him The Genius.

In my dream, I was a member of a motorcycle gang. A very unique motorcycle gang. The Genius was part of it too. This gang rode around on all types of bikes- crotch rockets, cruisers, hogs… there were all there. But that wasn’t the unique bit. We would ride around, and randomly park our bikes in a driveway, heedless of who lived there. Then maybe we’d go down a street of across the block, and break into a house. Pile on to the couch. And watch movies on the house owner’s big screen TV.

Yeah. A motorcycle gang that breaks into houses to watch movies. You heard me. Then if the home owners should come home early, we’d all sneak out the back door and try to slip out unnoticed to our bikes, and ride off to the next conquest.

But there was a problem with one of our affronts upon society- someone stole my bike! Needless to say, I do not make a good outlaw biker. But then neither did any of us in that rowdy biker gang.