With a few weeks of exile from Travis' life down, Jake was slightly less of a disaster. He hadn't moved out, which was probably the important part. He'd lived with Natalie ever since he'd left home and leaving her felt a little like he thought cutting off his arm might. They'd maybe become a little - a whole fucking lot - codependent after ( Read more... )

The original plan had been for Jake to only just be stumbling home on Saturday around noon and still riding the high from performing for such a huge crowd. Performing had been amazing; Jake was still really proud of that performance. Everything after that, though, had gone to hell in the span of a sentence ( Read more... )