Hells angel Stories

AVATAR Mutant John doesn’t smile much, but when he opens the door of his ground floor flat and sees me he beams so widely and toothily that he looks like someone else. I slip off my sunglasses, stow them in my bag, then look up at him. As we stand there it feels as if we are two shy people meeting on a first date. He goes to say something, shakes his great shaggy head, then smiles some more. Then he opens his arms. I cros...