"Fat David"

"Fatso" was one of a kind. You really had to know this guy to love him! He was a truck driver and he had a way with words that would embarass a street corner whore! He was one of the best bar managers that we ever had and had everthing counted to the penny. Fatso loved drinking, partying, talking about sex and pissing the whole world off one person at a time. He rode a Bitchin red shovelhead stroker until he got left turned by an old lady and lost his leg. After that his health went downhill and he suffered from diabetes complications. One hot spring afternoon we all rode over to the nursing home where he was and for the first time we noticed that his spirit was broken. He died days later. Fatso once told me that he lived a good life, he had done everything that he wanted to and had to answer to no one. The pain and suffering is over. Rest in peace Brother.