Rufio by Mirrah McGee

To the pain. To the grave. To the honor.
Rufio
The Golem Guerillas Motorcycle Club is my family. They are my friends. My brothers-in-arms. They are my salvation. When flying in a plane, they tell you to put on your own oxygen mask first, before you assist anyone else. I think the same goes for life. If I do not take care of myself, I am no good to anyone who needs me. I’ve been through hell and I’m still alive. There must be a reason why I have survived depression, a shitty childhood, unloving parents, unfaithful girlfriends, bullets and explosives, and with one phone call in the middle of the night, I know what that reason is…her.
TRIGGER WARNING: suicidal ideations, depression, drug/alcohol use, trafficking