There is never a time to tell someone that their brother or sister aren't perfect, that their sins were unforgivable, but Zero is right, it is another day's problem.

We ride for a few hours, stopping at a gas station. Zero keeps his hands in my jeans pocket when we get an energy drink from the short stop.

He makes a big display of sneaking his hands up my vest when some other bikers stop for some gas. They are wearing cuts with an emblem that I can't see. Zero says the motorcycle ...