The Bikers I Spent Years Trying To Kick Out Of The Neighborhood Were Standing In My Kitchen At 7 AM Cooking My Breakfast
I was seventy-nine years old, dying of stage four cancer, and I hadn’t eaten a real meal in six days. The smell of eggs and bacon made my stomach growl …
The Bikers I Spent Years Trying To Kick Out Of The Neighborhood Were Standing In My Kitchen At 7 AM Cooking My Breakfast Read More