In 2011, I learned how my friend died of a heroin overdose. Many people failed to understand my friend and his struggles. He had a stutter and he never made it back mentally from Somalia where he served in the military.
His battles were real. His last ride was on a Harley Davidson in an urn. Another friend took him on his motorcycle through the streets of Fowlerville, Michigan. His final resting place is beside a half-way house.
