LOST KING: THE KINGS OF RETRIBUTION MC
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Reid's old man helped start the program which teaches any kid, male or female, a trade skill. Reid has continued what his father started years ago by providing hands-on training with the addition of getting the kids involved with charity builds. I do what I can by teaching them mechanical skills, and along the way, it becomes therapeutic for them. The kids learn something and get to talk about what may be going on in their lives in an environment they feel relaxed in. I fell into the role fairly easily. For whatever reason, people find it easy to open up and talk to me about things. It's been that way my whole life. When my brothers would need someone to listen—I was there. When these kids need someone not to judge them—I'm there.
The club gives back to the community in many ways, but just about all of us do a little extra on our own, and this right here is mine. I'm passionate about helping the youth in the community. Am I the best role model they could have in their lives? Not by most societies standards. Do I give a damn what others think? Fuck no. I care about those kids, and I want to be there for them, and in the end, that's what matters. Reality is, life can fuckin' suck sometimes, but it's how you choose to handle it; it's the path you choose to make for yourself that will help determine the outcome. They don't need someone to teach them to sit around and wait for change. They don't need a handout, they need a hand up. We all have the power to control our own destiny—our own future. You want it, make it happen. That's what I teach them.
I walk around the back of the building where a small shed big enough to house a beater car happens to be located. Unlocking the padlock, I swing the doors open and walk inside. Along the back wall is a collection of second-hand toolboxes that have been donated to the center over the years. My phone chimes. Reaching into my cut, I take it out and swipe my thumb across the screen to read a text from my dad.
Dad: You staying for dinner tonight?
As I type out my answer, I grin. I love my mom's cookin'. Since she knows I'm comin' over maybe she'll make my favorite meal; meatloaf.
Me: Does a bear shit in the woods?
I'm always trying to come up with a joke to reference his job in forestry. About half a minute goes by before he replies.
Dad: