Vaughn measured his life in stops and starts corresponding to the women around him.
I write that you may read to me tonightAlong these lines, with tongue and lips uniteYou’ll make a beauty read a pretty sightIn voice and…
From the clouds, an angel blows a horn.Storm of hail and fire burns treesand wipes away a land that’s scorned.
This whole town was dusty. Wet, from the previous night’s rain. The Dusty Inn Motel. Right. That’s where we found ourselves that night. Jason, Mike…