Little Girl Texted, “He’s Hitting My Mum’s Arm,” to the Wrong Number — The Hell’s Angel Replied, “I’m On My Way.”
I closed my eyes for half a second. “Okay. That’s good. Stay on the phone with me. We’re coming right now.” Outside, four Harleys sat in the lot like crouched animals. We fired them up. The engines roared into the night, and for the first time in a long time, that sound didn’t feel like … Read more