Bikers Burned My House Down the Night Before the Bank Could Take It

took two hours, Donny. Forty-three men packing my life into boxes in the dark, and not one of them missed a thing.”

He was crying now. Not making a sound. Just sitting there with tears running down into his beard.

“I’m not going to tell him to give me up,” I said. “And he’s not going to do it either. So you do what you have to do. But understand who continue reading …