My Landlord Called in 30 Bikers, But Their Actions Left Me in Tears
I was standing in my doorway at 7 a.m. on a Tuesday, clutching my four-year-old daughter while my seven-year-old son hid behind my legs, when thirty massive bikers in leather vests started climbing the apartment stairs. “Time’s up, Rebecca,” my landlord Rick barked from behind them. “These gentlemen are here to move your stuff to the…