I Made Bikers Pay Before They Ate Because I Didn’t Trust Them But They Made Me Cry With Their Action
I made the bikers pay before they ate because I didn’t trust them. Fifteen of them walked into my diner at 9 PM on a Tuesday night, leather vests covered in patches, beards down to their chests, tattoos crawling up their necks. I’d been running Maggie’s Diner for thirty-two years and I knew trouble when … Read more