"They Used Me As Human Target Practice Because I Was Quiet, Until My Father Kicked Down The Gym Doors With 36 Bikers Behind Him To Teach Them A Lesson They’ll Never Forget I thought I was going to die in that high school gym. Not from a gunshot or a knife, but from the sheer humiliation and the relentless impact of a basketball slamming into my ribs. I was 17, skinny, asthmatic, and invisible. Braden, the varsity captain, had cornered me after practice. He and his friends thought it would be fun

"THEY LAUGHED WHILE THEY USED MY DAUGHTER AS TARGET PRACTICE. THEY DIDN’T HEAR THE THUNDER OF MY HARLEY UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE. Chapter 1: The Strike Zone The sound of a baseball hitting human flesh is distinct. It’s a dull, wet thud that doesn't echo. It just absorbs the world around it. I know that sound. I’ve heard it in bar fights in Oakland, in back alleys in Detroit, and in places I promised myself I’d never revisit. But I never thought I’d hear it in the suburbs of Ohio, on a Tuesday after