The aging, once terrifying motorcycle gang the Hells Angels, a.k.a. the one percenters, are so grizzled and grouchy that they’ve locked the bench in front of their East Third Street headquarters in Manhattan.
It started with a sign: “PRIVATE PROPERTY: Do NOT Sit on Bench NOT For Hotel Guests,” directed at the Sanctuary Suites customers nearby, but apparently words wouldn’t do.
Now, via EV Grieve, comes the solution: an extra long version of The Club. If we can’t sit then no one can, appears to be the logic. Also, we’re old.
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