#cainadams

Dodger Ulric Adams <3 Delainey Jain Dodger

"Adams!" He hollered while letting himself in to the house. A smirk playing on his lips as he thought of how grown-up Cain was living. A kid, a wife, the whole nine yards. He nodded to Hailey who poked her head out of the kitchen with an annoyed 'don't wake the baby' glance. Finding Cain in that same baby room he was warned about entering, he reached into the crib and pulled his namesake out. Lifting the baby above his head with one hand strategically placed on his little wiggly body, "how's it hangin', Dodge?" He joked, glancing over at his best friend, the father.

"Thought I'd come ova an' wish ya Happy fuckin' Father's Day," he said with a wide, boyish grin, "oh, an' I'm kidnappin' you and the kid to celebrate."

It's a celebration of life around town nowadays, we almost forget that the next second we'll be plotting demises of great leader boys. As I reported on the blessed morning of weary-eyed teens and glowing aunts and uncles made, the cries of young Dodger Adams were carried on Tulsa winds. Can I point out the irony of the namesake? Nah, you can see that clear as day for yourselves. The next generation of Wolf Pack begins, just ask his parents what his middle name means...

Speaking of future Greaser leaders, shall we talk about everyone's favorite love-to-hate-him current head of Greaser affairs? Pun intended. Last week saw this wicked columnist's usual visit to the grand ol' hospital because sometimes I think you lot frequent that place more than the mall. Nothing serious (for once), but I did find a straggling Soc getting some stitches and a shot or two before being sent on his way. I investigated, and he admitted to an encounter with the infamous Rodney Dodger. Let's just say, Rodney hasn't developed a knack for biting his victims. Things are heating up when the sun goes down, and someone's losing patience.

Someone came straight from the hospital, not that night, but another night, one more special. Yes, that's the one. However, while everyone else waited anxiously by the telephone for word on Dodger Bear, a certain blonde nurse and Tulsa's single dad casanova were caught sucking face in the Adams' barn. You know who I mean, they were makin' eyes at each other all night before then.

On the horizon, I see a baby's first birthday and a Soc party. It gives me the chills, what will you do at the next party?

Stay Fab!