The biker lays sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Amarillo theater.

When the usher came by and noticed this he whispered to the biker, “Sorry, sir, but you’re only allowed one seat.”

The biker groaned but didn’t budge. The usher became more impatient.

“Sir, if you don’t get up from there, I’m going to have to call the manager. The biker just groaned.

The usher marched briskly back up the aisle.

In a moment he returned with the manager. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the biker, but with no success.

Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, “All right buddy, what’s you’re name?”

“Sam,” the biker moaned.

“Where ya from, Sam?”

With pain in his voice Sam replied…. “The balcony.”