I Watched a Biker Fall to His Knees in a Graveyard Screaming a Child’s Name

nobody left to come with me. My brothers in the club, they’d ride out here in a minute if I asked ’em. Every single one of ’em. But this ain’t their grief. This is mine. I don’t want ’em carryin’ it.”

He looked at the rabbit.

“I been ridin’ three hours every year on her birthday. Sit with her a while. Tell her about the year. Put Mister Carrots up so continue reading …