I Found a Biker Crying Behind a Dumpster Holding a Photo of a Little Girl

on her birthday I come here. I sit behind this dumpster. I tell her about the year I had. I tell her I’m still sober. I tell her I’m still trying. I tell her I’m sorry. And then I get back on my bike and I go home.”

He looked at me.

“Her daddy was the only person in the world who understood why I do that. And now he’s gone. And I don’t know if I can continue reading …