The End of the I.S. & The Beginning of Something Else
The day that Danny, the Louisville I.S. branch daddy, took back his shotgun back from me was the day before everyone drove to Detroit for the special “expulsion” convention.
The I.S. was having another faction fight. I’d heard about faction fights in history books, among the Bolsheviks, and here I was, in the center of one myself. The last one in the I.…