I Watched A Biker Celebrating His Dog Birthday At Midnight And Then I Learned The Heartbreaking Truth
I’m 42. I drive a Lexus. I wear suits to work. I’ve never talked to a homeless person in my life. Until that night. October 17th. My anniversary. I’d just left Morton’s Steakhouse after the worst dinner of my life. My wife told me she wanted a divorce. Twenty years of marriage—over. She left me…