AWolf With A story: Another great Sunday

Sunday’s I thought were for resting, catching up on sleep, praying and getting closer to Jesus. Not for the Reaper crew.

I’m in the bed, dreaming of a hot night I once had in Salt Lake City, and in the dream ready to plant a big wet one on a gal I was seeing there, when Ricky calls. Something about the counter crew that wants to do their bar eating place out on Blue Lakes. Seems Ricky knows them close. Ricky says that those other people were pretty put out about another party stepping in and looking at it. Now the only people connecting these dots, was that little trouble maker Ashley, the Oriental guy that owns the place and me. Ricky is being squeezed, between loyalty to the club and me and the other friendship. Ricky doesn’t want to be part of the bar, at least till it opens. That said, why would the club want to get into that place on Blue Lakes, when for not much more we not only can lease our original site for the Reaper, but in a year or so own the entire property? But quite frankly with Ricky as temp local President of the Knytes, makes him very involved whether he wants to be or not. Thing is in his brain he really don’t give a rats butt, its that dang Ashley, whom Ricky and Kevin both say if anything is paid, it’ll be done mid month next month and only if its paid through the courts or a official person. That way there are witness’ of the payment being made outside of a receipt. That way this Ashley can’t come back later and say, you never paid me. There are many of those gals who are pissed, that neither myself or the Knytes and most importantly the Wolvez didn’t put our tails between our legs and run off. That in fact we’re going full steam ahead, and building this ultimate biker/aviator/gearheads bar & grill.

Watch and see if the same junk don’t happen with the radio station, and or the MC shop.

It’s just like the same noises we heard in both Elmore County when we were after something somebody else wanted, like wise in Mini Cassia, when a prospect was told that somebody over there would pay him $7,000.00 to leave Cassia County. Don’t matter where, somebody gives me $7,000.00 and I’ll be gone as fast as Wolf Pup, LiL Wolf and LexiBelle can move me. More over I’d recommend to club officers to sell the licenses to the radio signals we own, and use that money to build stations elsewhere in both Wyoming and Utah. I myself have no stakes, love nor loyalty to Tragic Valley Idaho. Mom and Dad are gone, the house is unrecoverable, the Hazzard part of the club is dim to say the least, even to the point of relocating that whole thing to eastern Utah over near Vernal, or Wyoming, the only part of Idaho that is of any value is that Mom and Dad are buried just outside of Grace Idaho> and I’m looking into having both graves exhumed and relocated to Utah, near Layton, where I spent the better years of growing up, so if someone is that put out about that Oasis bar on Blue Lakes, I say have at it. The knytes nor the Wolvez don’t want no part of it. But to bother someone on Sunday. Its like I have said, unless its for a toew call, don’t call me late at night, likewise bother me on Saturday and certainly Sunday.