Ken Baby's New Jacket

 Cack's Bar. It used to be the place in Pensacola where you could let it all hang out... literally. It was the local watering hole where all the bikers would congregate and out-of-towners and outlaws would pass through. Among the locals there was a very strong sense that we were all brothers. If a guy was in trouble you helped him out. If somebody was hungry the two of you would scrounge up something to eat. If a guy needed help with his scoot you did what you could to get it running (not like today's look-at-me ain't-I-great "biker"). Playing jokes on each other was also a big deal. It was a relatively harmless way of letting off steam and besides... a lot of the jokes were just plain funny. Well one time Ken Baby walks into "Cack's" and strikes a James Dean style pose at the bar wearing his brand spankin' new leather jacket. He's feeling good and looking sharp. Rootman spots Ken Baby and shouts "Look at the Ken Baby. That's a face only a mother could love!" Root walks up to Kenny,  throws an arm around his shoulder and calls to "Fearless", who was tending bar, to give Kenny a beer on Root's tab. "We love you Ken Baby" Root says and orders a second beer for Kenny. Well Kenny is feeling on top of the world cause Root just bought him two beers and he's got a fine new jacket and Root is okay with the fact that Kenny has been lighting firecrackers inside the bar. Root turns to walk away and suddenly Kenny feels like he's being stung by a hundred wasps or shot by a hundred bb's or jabbed by a hundred needles and bombarded on all sides by loud cracking pops and blasts. No matter which way he twists, turns, runs or jumps he can't escape the painful confusion. As the noise and stinging begin to intermittently subside Kenny realizes what has just happened. Some of the firecrackers that Kenny had were hanging out of his jacket pocket... and Root has lit the dangeling fuse to the whole bunch of Black Cats in Kenny's jacket. Kenny's new $100 jacket (which was a lot of cash for a jacket back then) was smoking through a number of holes that had been blasted through it... a hundred holes for a hundred laughs... and yes... everybody thought it was funny as hell.