I call him the Godfather of Kamala. If you need anything taken care of, Malcolm Morley- the owner of Blackcat's Bar-is your man. As I was to quickly learn, Malcolm's tough demeanor harbored a guy who would take his shirt off his back to help you out.
When I first met Malcolm at his bar, I was petrified of him. I could I barely understand his Manchester English accent when I signed the contract to rent one of his 32 rental motorbikes. But to say the least, I feared Malcolm for some reason. So, when I inevitably dropped his new motorbike on its side one night, putting a nice scratch on the new side panel, the fear of God was in me. I had 3 weeks before I had to return Malcolm's motorbike. Even worse, I had become a regular at Blackcat's bar, and had to park my motorbike out in front of his bar. I thought I was clever in parking down the street from his bar and walking in, but as I was soon to learn, nothing gets past ol' Malcolm. He knew that I spilled his bike the day after I did the deed, but he didn't say anything to me almost as a test to see how honest I would be! When I finally built up the courage to tell Malcolm about the scrape (the day I was to return the motorbike, mind you) Malcolm told me he knew, and quickly said no problem and we came up with an agreeable solution.
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