The Leather Giant

It was a slow Saturday afternoon in the "Doc -on -Call "Apartment that we used at the State Hospital, until a Car Dar slammed and I heard rough voices, some of them "police-like ", one definitely not. All were loud, and trying to watch the end of the Football Game, I knew I was doomed when the Phone rang. I didn't even bother answering , I just opened the door, past the newly arrived Winchester, VA Police Car and headed into Admissions.

There (and I kid you not) was a 6' 10'' White Guy all in an Outrageous Bike Leather Outfit. The Costume was a cross between 50's Motorcycle Gangs, Punk Rock Leather, and Something out of the Village People. It would have been more comical except tor the immensity of the Guy. I am 6 foot tall and he looked like a White Boy, Leather Bound Wilt Chamberlain that could smack me down like an annoying bug.

Unluckily this was apparently the Annual "Shrimp Day" in Admissions with all workers and Security not able to achieve Five and a half feet in stature.

While we were marveling over the guy, still cuffed, the Winchester Police made a hasty and sneaky exit. Wary but feeling a little OK as the guy looked Majorly Hung -Over, I introduced myself....he did the same. He said his name was Black Ace and could he "Piss like a Race Horse, right now, so I gotta go so I don't fuck up my Leathers."

I was for not letting the cuffs off as he had ready access to a zipper in the right spot among the multitude of the Zippery Options of his silver zippered suit. The Shrimp Security thought at least the cuffs should be in the front, so I acquiesced.

The bathroom in Admissions is small so I wondered how he maneuvered in there, but he did.

He was in there way too long and security knocked on the door asking him to come out. Nothing was heard except a slight hissing sound and coughing.

Worried I opened the Door that swung Outward into the hall and the Biker, Punk ,Village Person fell from the Bathroom door, which I assume he was leaning on. He fell as if Pole-axed, at full body stretch until his long body ran out of space in the 4 foot hallway and he smashed his head into the tiled walled opposite him. Blood spattered and after an "Oh Shit", I called for Medical back-up.

Black Ace looked at me exhaling a smokey Vapor. The nurse reached into the Bathroom and held up a now empty can of Aerosol "poor man's" Lysol as evidence. He began breathing better and color came back somehow to his already very pale features. He was going to be OK.

Mr Ace, Mr Ace are you OK...I yelled in his ear.

Startled at he obviously foolish question, he must have pitied me and answered.

"Yep......Man , O Man......... that was some really Good Shit in there"