Biker Held a Knife to a Priest’s Throat in Front of the Whole Congregation

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I joined the Marines at eighteen. Iraq twice, Afghanistan once. Came back broken in ways the VA still hasn’t figured out how to fix.

I rode. I drank. I patched in with a club that took me when I had nothing left to take. The brothers in that club kept me alive when I should have been dead a dozen times over.

I never married. Never had kids of my own.continue reading …

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