The Joan Ranger #14 “Get ready for a rough ride!”
I grew up on the wild northwest side of Chicago, where I learned to be mean, dirty and corrupt. I was sitting in a saloon one day, sippin’ on my sarsaparilla, when two thugs walked in. They sat next to me, and one of ‘em gave me the stink eye. So, I says to the broads, “Whacha think you’re lookin’ at?” She responded, “Dead meat.” We exchanged a few choice words, and soon we got into a tussel. This was a bar fight for the history books, damages were immense, and the body count was climbing. We decided to finish this struggle over a duel. Just before the barkeep yelled draw, I warned my opponent, “Get ready for a rough ride?”