You know when you look back and ask how in the flying fuck I got myself in this. Mine would be stealing my dad's 1979 Harley and riding out to help with a smuggling job. But fuck that will start from the beginning I at least it is.
My name is Jon Blackwood I am from Pittsburgh PA. The city of steel, but also home to the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle club SAMPIT. Founded in 1971 by my old man Henry Reaper Blackwood. He was Vietnam vet served with the 75th Ranger Regiment and was one badass motherfucker. He became friends with John Teller the club's founder during the war somehow. After my dad after being discharged in 70 he meet up with Teller and became a member of the club when he came back. He became the founding member with his best friend Rick Dirk his VP. His sergeant at arms was my dad's cousin Brandon Kaiser.
He married my mom in Katherine in 75 had my sis Lyanna or Lya and then my brother Matt in 78. I was born in 80. I was consider a pretty cool kid. I was always involved with sports football, wrestling, and boxing. I had a scholarship to WVU for football. That was in 98 right when I was going to play my third year 9/'11 happen and I dropped out enlist in the Army as an airborne Ranger. I served until 08 then I came back home. Now by the sound of all this you thinking why hell would I be smuggling shit well I been a member of SAMPIT since I was sixteen.
Its family tradition my brother, my father, my sister and me we all involved in SAMPIT. I was prospect during high school and was made full patch at 18. Yep I was outlaw biker no matter what. I always have always will.
Now to the present I was waiting for this moment the perfect chance to get some payback. He walked into the dark room where he saw two of his brothers. There was his best friend Sam Kyle aka Rod. He had a fat chew in his lip. I and Rod were brothers from the womb to the tomb. We got into so much shit as kids. We fucked bitches, drank beer, fought assholes, and ride like demons. The other was Liam Manus an ole Irish fucker. He had fucking gut on him with handle bar moustaches.
You guys find him.
Aye Jonny Boy got all warmed up for ya.
Yeah said Rod after spitting a black dart of spit. He is a bleeder reminds.
I'll make him talk Rod don't you worry. We walked into the room where a man with Russian and prison tattoos decorate his body with blood and burns all over it.
Hey Yuri you Russian cocksucker how you been.
FUCK YOU BLACKWOOD.
I threw a nice punch to his fucking face.
You know this all about you hurting one of our own.
I did not.
You killed one of our brothers you know Anton Geraki. You know Greek guy you tried raping his daughter.
Yeah I remember she had a nice ass.
Well you going to know don't fuck with us. I grabbed my trench knife and slowly pushed into his eye. I repeated the process of doing this over and over.
PLEASE STOP!
No I grabbed a gas can poured all over him and then lit Yuri on fire.
Let's go boys we got some beers to drink and skanks to bang.
Amen to that I been wanting bang that new Latina chick for awhile.