The Sharpest Blade – Bicycle Man

He rushes out of a bar toward me and hands me his cutlass. I am to judge whether it is the sharpest blade that I have ever felt. I agree and he wins his wager, much to the chagrin of his fellow drinkers.

He offers a swig from his flask for my services rendered, but not being in the habit of imbibing spirits I turn him down.

He then insists on buying me a nonalcoholic beverage, and accept.

The Sharpest Blade – Bicycle Man

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