Biker Was Crying Over A Thing In That Blue Towel And I Had To Pull Over To See What Broke This Tough Man
The day had started like any other—long, gray, and heavy with the kind of weariness that seeps into your bones after a week of too much work and too little rest. The highway stretched endlessly ahead of me, a ribbon of fading asphalt swallowed by dusk. I remember the way the air smelled faintly of…