At a show in NYC, can't remember the name of the venue, a few blocks down from Grammercy. My wife and sis was with, wife was preggers, so the bouncer put them up in the vip, which was a good thing, because it was insane on the floor.
Best time I ever had on the floor, swinging, so poonch-ups nice and soft, and tossing blokes around and round.
After the mayhem, I went up into the vip to be with wife and sis, one of his bouncers was like "why do you want to meet him?" and I'm like "to give this little baby in my wife's belly a good blessing." That reason was obviously good enough.
So we went in, and the man himself was surrounded by a bunch of seemingly coked-up bikers. He told us about his son in London that he doesn't see anymore, and he seemed very nice, honest, decent. He touched wife's belly, said a little something and we headed out, it was too smokey for my wife, she didn't think it was a good idea to stay.
Baby turned out to be a girl, we named her Lilly Starr. She's Irish enough, and then we had another baby girl, named her Willow, and she's more irish than her big sister because she cries when her feelings get hurt, but she's got a left hook like nothing I've ever seen, the little three-year-old can take out her da pretty easy. When things don't go her way he fists do the talking first.
I'm proud of them both.
Thanks Shane, I think you gave a good blessing.
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