Ever since my husband died and giving up my child to my parents, I've been cold blooded and I don't have emotion. When I lost everything I heard the road calling for me and my bike so I decided it be a good idea if I lived on the road. It was nice but sometimes I would find trouble or trouble would find me which I hate both ways but shit happens. Realizing that your last name fits you so well that people call Reaping Reaper which apparently is not a good thing cause trouble follows me. After my husband passed away his brother wants to find me, I don't know why but I rather stay away from him then go to him. Something tells me I should keep away from him so that's why I run away sometimes. Anyways I might have a bit of drinking problem which also is a bad thing no matter what. But the road pushes me to be alive even though sometimes I feel like the world would be better off without me but I also think it probably wouldn't cause then you have these dumbasses being stupid and having someone straighten them up. When I need a rest from the road I usually stay at a motel cause it's cheep and don't have to go into town sometimes for it. Everyday I look at my little baby boy Jax who is probably seven or eight but when it's his birthday I always send him a present but I don't tell him who it's from. I do it that way cause I don't him to know that his mother is alive and living like a rebel who doesn't care about anyone else except for him and myself. I know one day we will run into both each other but I hope it's not when he is still a kid maybe when he is an adult so he has a better understanding of why I did such a thing.
Living on the road is tuff but I make threw but when it comes to bars, people think they can pick on me and I will back down which I certainly do not do cause I rather kick someone's ass then let them do it to me. So when they pick on me I wait when they say, " whatcha ya gonna do about it." Then I say, " Well there are two ways we can handle this, one is you shut the hell up and turn around and hand out with your buddies or drink alone. Or option two is I take this shot and put it down and beat your ass then I will go back to drinking while you get babied from your friends." They always go for option two cause they don't think a girl can fight but I have been taught how to defend myself even though my gun could resolve most of my issues but what's the fun in that even though you have your hands that could do it for you. Sometimes I might get my ass kicked sometimes even though I still end up winning, I end up with getting hurt which sucks.
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I Let The Road Decide
הרפתקאותShe had the road, She had her bike and her gun which she thought was good enough until her past hunts her and has to survive with it
