Had you told the me from a year ago that one day I’d be throwing open the doors to a bar filled with bikers and shouting, “Who wants to go kill the CIA?” I’d have… probably looked at the ground to avoid eye contact and mumbled an unnecessary apology. But I’d have thought you were crazy.

No time to type, getting ready to ride out with the Timberwolves. We’re coming for you, Lupine.

-Lisa