Because You Asked…

I was home today, doing dishes wile I have my playlist on loud enough to make your teeth rattle, booming through the house and John Mayer’s Gravity came on. And I started crying.

Sobbing like a crazy person. Why, you ask?

“That guy in there, whatever his name, whatever his job description, he fucking owns you, doesn’t he?” – Remember this line from Sinner, Savior? The hospital, after Shane gets hurt? Man. I listened to Gravity on strict repeat, nothing else, while writing that entire chapter an...