[The past two years of my life completely blindsided me. I never expected to have everything I fought so hard for disappear in an instant. 》

-First, things when from a motorcycle club that did a little black market dealing to major runner in guns. If I could go back I would've》

-left the club then. Maybe I'd still have my girl and a couple of kids. However, a life with a perfect little family just isn't in the 》

-cards for me. I lost my pregnant girlfriend to violence. Violence my business with the club brought on us. In an instant my life changed. 》

-For awhile I tried to hang on just to seek out revenge, but that's no way to live. I felt like I was letting her down so I left. Since 》

-then I've been traveling to all the place we never got to see. Now I'm ready to try to put down roots again and something has drawn me to》

-a small town in Washington called Forks. My hand rubs the growing scruff on my face as I look for a suitable place to stay for the night.》

-Yet it doesn't take long to figure there's really only one motel to stay in. Parking my truck and trailer of junk took a little bit of 》

-finesse. After checking in I lay back on the bed and run through the list I've made for myself. Find a place to live and space for a shop》

-were my main concerns but what do I do with the rest of my time? Should I try to move on? Is that what she'd want for me? Kicking off 》

-boots as the pain starts to set in. I close my eyes and hope my sleep is full of good memories and not the nightmares of how everything》

-went to shit. ]

[I've been moving nonstop since arriving in Forks. I found a nice retail space that had a living area above the shop. And hopefully I'll》

-sign the paperwork in a week. Tonight I just wanted to unwind so I found a local bar and pulled my bike out of my trailer. Riding is like 》

-therapy for me. It allows me to think about something other than what's missing in my life. As I pull up to the bar, my eyes glance around》

-a little surprised by the thick turnout in such a sleepy looking town. Switching my helmet for a knit cap then strolling inside. Heading》

-straight for an empty stool at the bar. Barely noticing the other patrons as I sit down and order a Jack and coke.} (@Fiesty_Wolfette )

[My brow raising slightly as a girl a few stools down starts to talk. Clearly, the bartender is afraid of her along 》(@Fiesty_Wolfette)

-with a few patrons. ] You must think you own the place, lady. [Snorting as I finish off my drink and motion for the 》(@Fiesty_Wolfette)

-bartender to give me a refill. ] (@Fiesty_Wolfette)