Maybe it was the number of beers I’d drunk by then that made me see the situation differently. If he was just messing with me, he was doing it with admirable tenacity, never once raising his voice, never being anything but polite and calm. I took the hat off, gripped it in one hand and my beer in the other and walked up to the biker.
Rosie Schaap shares an excerpt from her upcoming memoir, Drinking With Men. Looks like it could be a rather good read.












