"My Stepdad Dragged Me Out of the Booth by My Collar, Screaming I Was ‘Weak’—He Didn’t Hear the 50 Harleys Pulling In Until It Was Too Late. It started over a spilled milkshake. Just a stupid, five-dollar strawberry milkshake. My hand slipped. The glass shattered on the linoleum floor of Jerry’s Diner. The pink liquid splattered onto Rick’s pristine leather boots. The entire diner went silent. You could hear a pin drop. Then, you heard Rick’s chair scrape violently against the floor. ""You clums