Deadbeat Darling

Deadbeat Darling

Late summer morning 2005, i woke up in Austin to the familiar smell of amphetamine smoke billowing from the garage. The half-sane chatter of children awake for days bouncing off concrete and wine-stained carpet, echoing the tired intentions we’d left scattered across a West Texas desert long ago, and i knew it was time to make my break. Never quite the saint myself, i packed a bag full of half-burnt candles and a beat up black guitar, then quietly slipped out the back door with the girl with hope in her green eyes. The next time i awoke, i was... more