Bikers Were Painting My Dead Mother’s House Pink At 4AM And I Didn’t Know Any Of Them

the auto parts store in her station wagon while he sat in the passenger seat holding a plate of leftover meatloaf she’d insisted he take.

“I came back to fix the bike the next day,” Walt said. “She fed me again. I noticed her porch steps were rotting. I fixed them. She said I didn’t have to. I said she didn’t have to feed me either.”

It became a thing.continue reading …