I came across this old biker skull ring I used to wear in late 1980's. When I was in college and in the Rock and Roll scene, I had long hair and we used to go to the Jazz Cellar in Waikiki. They played hard rock with live bands. No jazz. We were decked out in leather like bikers and rockers and we used to hang out and listen to the various bands practicing our chops in our heads for our moment on the stage. Our imaginary moment. I always meant to practice and win the hottest guitar player contest. Never happened. One night, the place was packed and I was hanging out in a corner nursing my one beer. The most beautiful waitress in the Cellar at the time, was untouchable. So many guys hit on her non-stop but she was totally disinterested and literally untouchable. As I cruised by myself in the darkened club that night, away from my friends, this gorgeous waitress came up to me and mouthed something. The music was so loud, I couldn't hear a word she said, let alone hear myself