I Asked a Bleeding Biker on the Curb if He Needed Help and He Said Save My Dog

It was a Saturday night around 11pm. I had stopped at a Shell station off I-65 to get gas and use the bathroom. As I came around the side of the building, I saw him slumped against the dumpster. Blood on his face. His vest torn open. One eye already swelling shut.

I froze for a second. My first thought was to keep walking. My second thought was to call continue reading …