01/01/2026
I watched rich people mocking an old biker for counting coins to pay for his coffee, and I recorded the whole thing on my phone.
What they didn't know was that I recognized the patches on his vest. And those patches told a story that would destroy every person laughing at him.
It was a Sunday morning at The Golden Beanery, one of those overpriced coffee shops where a latte costs eight dollars and the customers wear watches worth more than my car. I was there because my boss…