
09/25/2025
A little boy walked to our table of bikers and asked, \"Can you kill my stepdad for me?\" Every conversation stopped. Fifteen leather-clad veterans sat frozen, staring at this tiny kid in a dinosaur shirt who\'d just asked us to commit murder like he was requesting extra ketchup. His mother was in the bathroom, had no idea her son had approached the scariest-looking table in the Denny\'s, had no idea what he was about to reveal. \"Please,\" he added, his voice small but deter…