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

came home in March. I weighed twenty-two pounds more than when I’d left. My hands had stopped shaking. I could sleep through the night.

The bike was still gone, of course. Dad never mentioned it. The empty spot on the concrete was just a spot now. I tried not to look at it.

I got a job pumping gas at a station off Route 9. Then I got a better job at continue reading …