((I am doing this more as a cinematic than a diary because I do what I want!))

Somewhere between Detroit and Dead End. The camera following the rear tire of a bobbed Harley hard tail. The loud exhaust reverberated from the highway as it's rider rode north. The camera pans to the side showing a Pennsylvania license plate “HELLCAT”. Panning and raising to show the rider. The woman was wearing well worn combat boots, stained and dirty jeans, a large knife at her belt and, the ever present leather vest with the HELLCATS patches. Her hair was growing out from the mohawk she had been wearing.

The motorcycle roared past the city limits sign and the tourist bureau sign “Welcome to Dead End! This is where dreams go to die!”

She slowly rode through the dirty streets on the way to the Busted Knuckle. After parking her motorcycle and dismounting she stretched her back and rolled her neck. Pulling a cigarette from her vest and lighting it she took a slow exhale. “It is good to be back.”