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

you. Please. Please, son. Please go.”

I have seen my father cry exactly twice in my life. The day my mother died. And right then.

I slid down off the couch and we held each other on the living room floor like two drowning men holding onto the same piece of wood. I told him I would go. I told him I would go and I meant it.

He drove me Monday morning. Five continue reading …