I Destroyed My Best Friend’s Grave Because of What His Widow Told Me

I’m a biker and three days ago I took a pickaxe to my best friend’s grave at 4 AM. His widow handed me the tool and held the flashlight.

I know how that sounds. Let me explain.

Danny was my brother for nineteen years. Rode together. Worked together. Raised our kids on the same street. There wasn’t a day in almost two decades that I didn’t see his face continue reading …