But Does She Ride a Harley?
Yesterday I saw a woman with white wall, butched hair. She was a large mammal with tight pants and a white tee shirt, complete with rolled up sleeves. She had the look of a tough punk in 1953. She was showing off her guns. Her distinguishing feature was so simple. On the most fleshy part of her upper shoulder, she brandished a tattoo. It was nothing less than the McDonald’s logo — the Golden Arches — on top of an American flag. Yes, I’ve seen America.