A little boy walked to our table of bikers and asked, \”Can you kill my stepdad for me?\” Every conversation stopped. Fifteen leather-clad veterans sat frozen, staring … See more
A Desperate Plea At a Denny’s, a group of tough-looking, leather-clad bikers were interrupted by an 8-year-old boy in a dinosaur shirt. With trembling hands, he laid seven crumpled dollars on their table and asked, “Can you kill my stepdad for me?” Big Mike, the club president, gently knelt beside him and asked his name….