I Sold My Biker Dad’s Harley For $200 To Buy Drugs. What He Did Broke Me.

My biker dad raised me on the back of his Harley, and at twenty-six I sold that bike for two hundred dollars to a guy in a rusted pickup.

The dealer wanted three hundred for an eight-ball. The bike was the only thing in the garage worth real money. I told myself I’d buy it back next week.

I never bought it back.

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