One hell of a summer.

Oz had decided to stay out of the Hotels for now. He was in one of the rooms at the club. Was probably better to be close by. Both with people getting kidnapped and while prospecting. Always near by. Sitting at small desk he had a notebook out and mechanical pencil. He thought better when he wrote things out. Saw it on paper. Pressing that lead down he began to write

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June 2014. What more can I say than this is the month that changed my life as I know it. Question is, for the better? It all began with Dawn. A fluke. I came to a bar just a random bar. Something about her just drew me to her. Had to get to know her. See what this feeling was. It was long I found out what. She was a biker chic. And so much more but I didn't learn that till later. I wanted to be around her and I knew that anything other then being in the club would have me at a distance. So. I asked to prospect. Mistake?

If I were to prospect I knew that I couldn't half ass it. I had to be a full hearted Soldier of Anarchy member if I was going to be one. If the club needed something I tried to volunteer before I was vulun-told. They were dealing with some other club. The Vipers. That first week I was jumping into the thick of it. Used my gambling life to help the club. Found a few games and went to one in a swanky place out in No-Ho (Northern Hollywood). That's when I found some real scum. "Jackie-Boy". A lawyer who we later found out not only did every illegal tactic there was to keep Viper's out of jail, did so on the side for the Diablos. Greedy bastard. So. In the first week I went from squeeky clean guy who drives to fast... to blackmailer. In the end it helped the club out so I don't regret it.

Then I went further down the rabbit hole. Week two. I went on mission with Tony. Tony seems like good people. A man just looking out for him and his own. Do anything for his brothers and sister as well as the club. We went to some place to take care of the Vipers. We ended up lifting some van. It said "Copperhead Electrical." Really? Anywho it was clearly not. It was loaded with an arsenal. First time we got shot out. I was only about one range practice in so I did my best. Shooting in the direction but mostly just keeping Vipers from shooting back. Nailed one in the leg. Tony got grazed but all was good and we hauled as.

Then the most evil thing I've ever happened to me. I. A man who's spent half his life earning at the tables. Gambling. Drinking and betting. Got a 9 to 5 job. For a fancy vagabond gypsy like me. Getting a job means death. I'm not free. I grounded. Chain me to a single city? I can't remember ever staying put. Least not since I moved out on my own. However Dre is pretty cool and laxed on my needs for time off. I feel good when I finish a bike and it comes out looking hot.. and the owner gushes over the work. Club. Work. Life. All I can do.. is what I can do.. and the do it the best way I can.

I got a job. A good job. Can't wait to start. Yeah. First, Dawn doesn't talk to me all weekend only to tell me she cheated on me in New Your and we break up. Then I go and get shot. Ain't that a bitch? I won't forget that day. Monotov Park Dedication Massacre. The club voted to help out this Russian family. They hadn't ever really worked for them but know of them and how they were. Least. Lev. Felt only right to help his wife out after his death. They had cleaned some park and to show they were on board named it after him. They were all worried. A day at a park.. what can go wrong. Fuck was I wrong. Serious ambush with serious fire power. Getting shot at from all directions. Was the first time I killed someone. I'm not sure I could if I was ordered to. But put me or the club in your cross hairs and natural instinct kicks in. I shot a guy trying to save.. Ronin? I don't know maybe she thinks she's a samurai. Haven't seen her since actually. Then I got shot in my side. Had to go to the hospital. Note to self.. don't get shot.

So Dre gave me two weeks off which I was grateful for. It was pretty calm the first week. Except for the quiet room. Still got shivers cleaning that..man..up. But hey I did it. I didn't bitch .. well ok I bitched cause who wouldn't but I didn't refuse the task in any way. Week two was a blast.. the good kind. The club went to Sturgis. Got shot at but after that was clear roads. Chilled with Ice at some truck stop the first night. We both had some growlin stomachs. Then we made it to Sturgis and it was just fun. Midget bowling, mechanical bull riding, bars, barely to not at all clothed women, booze, rides, card games, Alice Cooper! and can't forget. Cullen.. the hard ass who seemed to hate our club.. was part of the club, was on stage and singing his cowboy ass off. Then big bad Trei. Was ridiculous and great all at the same time. Wish we could go back. It was fun.

One day. One fucking day in LA and shit just keeps pourin'. If we don't already have enough issues with Russians, maybe the Japanese? No word on that just a rumor I think. Keeping the Irish happy, Cullen gets a present. Some Seven type bull shit. What's next . A horse head in the bed? I need to stop saying shit. Seems to come true when I joke. Some ex military friend of his head in the box and photos. We were stalked the whole way. So... Irish.. Russian.. maybe Japanese.. and now some Cantonese asshole with a bone to pick goes and steals D. Went along with Cullen, Thia, and Ice who turns out all are like ex special ops shit. And here I'm just a guy who knows a few things about cards and languages. I'll equipped? Lil bit. But I'm working on it. Now I'm going to the range daily, working out daily. Need to be in my prime and always ready.

Two Crazy fucking month no? Joined the club for Dawn.. and now the sun has set. The dust has settled. do I want to be an SoA MC member? This club gets shot at like daily. Things blow up. Threats all the time. Can't trust anyone on the street. Paranoid more then a tweeker. Yet.. I can't leave. I won't leave. I have spent half my life traveling. Chasing card game after card game. I got regulars yeah. I play with every so often. Are they friends? Probably not. Maybe get a get well card but they ain't visiting my ass in the hospital. Showing up at my funeral. No. I have no friends. Mom and Dad yeah but single child of single children. Once they're gone.. I have no family.

Do I want to be a Soldier? The more I stay. The more I do. The more the answer is right in front of me. yes. I found a group of people that accept my flaws. Accept.. or.. slowly accepting me. People I'd like to think will die for me.. try to save me.. and I'd do the same. I have and would again take a bullet for the club. I know prospect can take .months.. year.. even years. Don't care how long I just know I can't wait to proudly wear the Soldier patches. Officially be one of them.

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Pencil was set down and he'd sigh. Witting helped him focus his thoughts. Moving to sit on the bed he reached for a the Cantonese book off the pile. There were two to three books of Cantonese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian and Irish. He had some studying to do no doubt but clearly right now, Cantonese needed to be learned and fast,