Kings A’ Nuthin- History
Our
jacket club began in Orlando, Florida. It was the end of 1997 and this
was the first time since the Marine Corps I found that I was able to
rely on others as a brotherhood. We weren’t looking for anything to
fight for or a cause to stand up for, instead what we found is that we
backed each other up. We knew we were fuck-ups and didn’t fit in with
anything so it was natural that we found each other. We had no money
most of the time even though we were all working whenever we could, but
we were able to put a roof over each others heads, feed each other when
we could and bail each other out of jail when we had to. Some of us
were veterans, some were retired troublemakers and some were just
loners. It was time to put a name on this family. The original draft
sheet on which we cast our votes was January 1998 had a short list of
names other than the Kings A’ Nuthin’: -Emerald Dukes, SNAFU Kings,
Alley Dukes among others. We drafted up the names in a small bar Big
Dave’s mother owned. At the end of the night when I hopped on my
chopper Alex asked me what I thought about which name we should use.
The answer came naturally to me. “I ain’t no Duke…or Earl…but I am a
King A’ Nuthin.” An hour later I was in jail for bullshit and the
club’s fate was decided when they got me out. It was time to paint the
jackets. “Born to Lose Live to Win” is the quote that surrounds the
white smoking skull and red five point crown. We are a well rounded
lot: from musicians, butchers and truck drivers to tattoo artists,
security guards and store managers. We’ve weeded out the backstabbers
long ago and have an honest perspective on newcomers to ensure our club
will never fail.
-Johnny
Montreal