A 6’4 Biker In Full Leather Bent Down On One Knee At A Pre-K Graduation .
His name was Cole. He’d been a biker his whole adult life, and a member of the same club for nearly twenty years. He was the kind of man who looked like exactly what the world tells you to be afraid of. Six-four. Broad as a barn door. Ink from his wrists to his neck. … Read more