Lots of stuff he came back with and he mentioned a like new black leather biker's jacket. I saw it laying on the stack of things and he said take it.
So I try it on and it fits okay but a bit heavy in weight. Few minutes later he mentions that the guy was out riding his Harley and started feeling bad and came home. He then went to sit in his recliner and died shortly of a heart attack in his recliner supposedly wearing that jacket.
You have never seen somebody get out of a jacket so fast cussing along the way!!!! Dang buddy of mine like an Eddie Haskel!!!!
Everybody got a good laugh out of that and hope I'm not cursed!!!!
we're going to split your gear up" at the end of my third tour, I went home 
