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After high school I decided to go for my life-long dream of riding with the Hells Angels. Luckily I looked pretty realistic as a man, so I was accepted rather quickly. I was given the name Satanic Sam, a named I lived up to. For five long years I went from one run to the next. Had a new old lady riding my saddle every day. Betty Jo, Jenny May, Betty Jenny May… I had ‘em all. My vest was fully decorated with patches that only the mother chapter dulled out.
Then one day I made a foolish mistake, feeling too comfortable I guess. I wore shorts, SHORTS! I was demonstrating my lethal kick-move when my sock appendage fell out. My lady-ness was revealed… and rejected. They beat me pretty good, but the respect they had for me overpowered their anger and they left me with one arm and two toes. I was lucky they spared me.
I was cast out of the only family I really loved, so I returned to the place that created me and started selling shoes. From there I went into medical education. But I still have motor-oil and leather in my blood.
