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

greeting an old friend after a war. He didn’t say anything for a long time. Then he turned to me and he hugged me and he said, “Son. Son, I don’t deserve this.”

“You deserve a lot more than this,” I said.

He got to ride it for almost three more years.

The cancer didn’t show up until he was sixty-seven. By then it was already in his liver and his bones.continue reading …