Sons of Anarchy...

I think we all over-inflate our importance in the world.  For instance, if I died today, I'm certain that the 1000-2000 of you that read this daily would think little more than "Gee, shucks" (why you talk like Gomer Pyle is unexplainable), despite my fantasies about the female portion of my readers tearing their clothes off and crying while the men wear black and sip whiskey stoically.  Also, it's raining, forgot to throw that in there.  I'm not sure who is holding the umbrellas.  I'll work this out and get back to you.

Anyway, so a friend of mine commented recently that they had watched Sons of Anarchy recently and they thought it was an awful lot of drama for a small biker gang.  I do not watch the show, but I have had an experience with a biker (professionally, not like that one time in Vegas) while working in an urgent care center one night which I think explains a lot of it.

Female in halter top, tight jeans, high heels (not making this up):  "He's going to come in here in a minute, please tell him I didn't give him an STD or he'll beat me up.  I didn't know when I slept with him that he was in Sons of Silence."

Me:  "Who?"

Female:  "Sons of Silence -- you know, the president works for them."

My chuckle did little to alleviate her concerns and she asked that I not laugh while I was in his presence.  I put on my serious face and swore that I wouldn't.  The guy that walked through the door was massive, like professional wrestling big.  We spent about ten minutes talking about how I didn't think this was an STD and that it certainly wasn't from this woman.  The guy had an underlying aggressive air to him, but was surprisingly soft-spoken.  He told her to go wait by the bike and turned to me once she left.

Biker:  "So you really think this chick didn't give me anything?"

Me:  "Yeah, I didn't find any evidence of anything."

Biker:  "Ok, Doc."  *claps me on the shoulder, which almost knocked me over*  "Hey, I'll make sure this health care thing goes your way, ok?"

He left then, leaving me utterly stunned as to how someone actually thought they had this level of importance in the world, moreover, that this level of influence would somehow be concentrated in the hands of an outlaw biker gang in the Southern U.S.  I remain baffled to this day.

Maybe they could hold the umbrellas.  That would be bad-ass.

#umbrellasandwhiskeyandbikers