#michael wegener

A Beemer chopper in Hamburg in the 70´s

Rawls walked out of the joint the week before Christmas. Cold wind fixing to edge more lines into his face. Chrissy was waiting for him leaning against her car, still looking mighty fine. She’d been visiting him inside all the time, but seeing her outside was different. Sure, parts of her seemed more susceptible to gravity than before—but that didn’t bother him much. They were already at it…