Thursday October 4, 2012 By admin at 9:50 am

I was that little kid on the bike with the playing cards being held in the spokes by clothes pins so it sounded like a motorcycle. Watching the clubs go by wishing I had a bike, knowing I would get one when I grew up. Figures I turned out this way.

Yes Donna changed a lot, losing your wife is one thing, but then finding out it was one of your brothers that did it is another.

Happy doesn’t look too Happy. No one does at that table. It is just real hard to wrap your head around the fact that you are not going to see your brother again. No retaliation? That is a difficult order. Sentiment runs deep. Just like when Tig ran over the girl that got them in this mess in the first place. Can’t work on emotion, got to use logic. Money goes just as quick as it comes, especially when it comes quick. Least they had it to spend on something good like saving their asses.

What the hell is Wendy thinking. Tara is right, you want to call a lawyer, bring it. And he isn’t three now, so go away for fifteen years and see if the boy finds you, but why confuse the situation now? Just one man’s opinion.

Gemma beat up that girl, caused a wreck, but it wasn’t her fault, it’s never her fault.
Nero’s girl aint no good, that’s obvious. She’s working both sides of the street. Nero is still cool though, thinking out loud, hoping someone is listening. Cool.

Gemma needs distance from Clay? Then get out of the clubhouse. Gemma didn’t know about Opie. That was like losing her own sons. Being the best friend of Jax, you know she watched him grow up as one of the club kids. Gemma breaking down, running down the hall, that was real tough.

Cool motorcycle chase, finally. You know for us there is never enough riding on the show, but we’re motorcycle enthusiasts.

Jax is the protector, getting the hooker out of town, telling the little kids to go in the house so they don’t get shot, always being polite, just like us, we’re always polite. Until someone isn’t polite to us, then things can change real quickly.

How did those bangers know where they were? Carla. I told you she was no good. Gemma should have known better than to try Jax on a day like this, she is way down on the priority list. Opie is dead, the send off is a real big deal. In fact I was real surprised that Piney didn’t get a big send off. I have been to some funerals in my time that had a pack of motorcycles seven miles long, hundreds of bikes. That’s respect.

I said it before and I will say it again, Wendy should stay clear. It’s pretty insane to see Gemma befriend her since she tried to kill her once upon a time. But Gemma’s deceit knows no bounds – there really is nothing sacred when it comes to Gemma.
Lyla is taking this pretty well in my eyes. She lost her man, still got his kids, but she ain’t alone – she has the club. Those are club kids and they will grow up with a whole lot of uncles, cousins, and brothers.

Gemma kissing Nero on the lot in front of every one was a no class move. Some men might have felt disrespected and walked out there and knocked them both out, Gemma first. Some men got no control.

Jax and Nero will be a good partnership. They both have an end game in mind, they both have the other piece necessary needed to expand, and most of all, they trust each other, which is the hardest and most important ingredient to come by. And Jax is right, family and business don’t mix.

Gemma has no shame. She is a survivalist and she is great at her game. She is as evil as Clay ever was plus she’s just smarter than him. Clay let his greed get in the way of his vision. Gemma’s vision is perfect.

Tara has come full circle, she is even smarter than Gemma is and just as ruthless. Gemma can twist the truth on anyone with so much ease it’s scary. I don’t even think she can tell the difference between the truth and the lies. I was surprised to see Gemma not help Tara give Carla that beat down. Although Tara didn’t need any help, so yep, it’s gone full circle. Tara graduated into a perfect old lady. Beautiful, sexy, smart, a weed smoking, take no shit killer with a PHD.

Nothing harder than burying a brother. I have buried a few in my time. I remember years ago I back drove one of my friends to the funeral to bury what I considered to be my little brother. We grew up together riding, fighting, messing things up, straightening them out, and I cried like a little kid the whole way. I don’t give a damn what anyone thought: I lost my Brother.

I can’t say enough about Opie Winston. He died like a warrior. He was exactly what being in a club is about. The Brothers. The Brothers first. Always.

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