By Rubber Dog
Part One – Knock, Knock
Mark stood in front of the door. Number 34, it said, looked like the right place, it was certainly the right road, it just didn’t look like anything special. Just someone’s house on an ordinary road. The only thing he’d noticed about it was the motorbike parked outside which he’d seen as soon as he’d turned the corner at the top of the road and started checking the house numbers.
Check out these pictures from Metalbond reader Mike of a confinement box built by Redneck Mark:
Redneck Mark (who goes by Bootsncamo on Recon) also built my cage.
Mike says,
Dear Metal,
I notice you have been featuring some confinement boxes on your site. Here is the one Redneck Mark made for me. The large flange on the bottom of the door is for an electromagnet lock. It also can be locked both from the inside and outside with a padlock.
—Mike
Thank for the pics and info, Mike!
This picture has been making the rounds on various sites lately. I have no idea of the original source.
If anyone knows where this is or who built it, please let me know!
By PFC Pflege
Part 1
I met Mark through friends of mine. He was 19 years old; I was 28. It was the summer that everyone was gin-rummy mad, and played whenever we could. Most of the guys were in their early twenties, and didn’t have a place of their own yet, or, if they did, it was a small apartment. Since I had just bought a house, it was natural that a lot of the games were played there. We’d have 6 or 8 guys playing, sometimes more; none of us had a lot of money, so the stakes were real low. On the weekends, if the fever was on, we sometimes played all night, nodding over the cards as the light of early dawn filled the rooms.
Check out the pictures that leatherdog sent:
