50x365 #61: The Colonel

For a large biker/tattoo artist/drug dealer, you were awfully scared of me. Whenever I entered your shop, you clammed up and made excuses to leave. In your world, where men were men and women were women, my short hair and heavy, black boots put you off your game.

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