This thread explains a lot.
I knew this really, really nice guy who was a conductor on a Metra train. He was a member of the Outlaws, and would invite me to their annual fall parties.
One day, I realized that I had not seen him on the train for many months, and I had a bad feeling that it wasn't just that they had changed his shift.
I saw him again, months later, looking a little thinner (he was a competition bodybuilder years back). He said he got a phone call and went to "pick up a friend from a bar"
He said that when he went to the bar, someone opened fire on him, shooting him a few times in the stomach. He was rushed to the hospital, went out once in the OR, and by some miracle, was revived, they took all but one of the bullets out...he went through the necessary recovery processes/rehab, and now was back at work.
The worse thing CLSB ever made me do was go to Hooters too much or ride those gay mini motos.