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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: goldworldnet who wrote (184349)	10/10/2009 1:54:02 AM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

You looked too and saw them over-sized muscles. move some boxes. does wonders. :) made me think of Big Mike... my protecter/Knight when I lived in the Tenderloin in Sf. I think you'd like him... a friend opened a pub in a place that'd been closed for over a year cause people was all the time getting shot there and it was the heart of the Tenderloin, circa '92 SF. so we are moving in and Mike was the leader of a pot dealer group and they used the doorway to deal. Rodney (boss) was all freaked out. I suggested we negotiate. he said call cops. I said... dude, let's talk to them first. it was pot, afterall. not crack or such. so.. Mike made a deal to move 20ish feet down the street, and not allow any of his boys in the pub, and he would come in for breaks but not carry. daym good deal, I think... anyways... he liked white russians to drink. and he picked us a song... patti labelle... somebody loves you baby... youtube.com - anyways... there was a night when I was about to get into with a huge guy. oh, I was ready to fight, I was. dude is like 240 and 6'3", but I was riled. next thing I know Mike and his boys surround him. he told me later he saw what was happening and jumped up and told his boys to come on... and they said "why we go to help the skinny white lesbian?"... "cause ehe is my friend and I'm going"... and they were all there. a Knight, yes? smile... anyways... why you made me think of him, aside from both being protecters... when I went back to SF after a year away, I was on the last day of my visit there, and it just didn't feel right. I went to the pub and sat with a beer and looked out the window... not feeling right. and then there he was in the door... right on time. and he was Big Mike. quite a large fellow. but he'd given up dealing and started delivering furniture. talk about buff. arms to die for. and he showed me pictures of his 2 children... he'd gone back to the mother. and... our song played and I jumped behind the counter and mixed him a white russian and my trip was just right... or something like that? point is... moving stuff is good for buffing up?