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

around six. I was on the couch, high out of my mind, pretending to watch TV. He set his lunch pail down slow. Looked at the empty spot on the concrete where his kickstand used to sit.

He didn’t say anything for a long time. Just stood there in his work boots, hands hanging at his sides.

Then he walked over to me. I figured this was it. Forty-two years continue reading …