Born Yesterday
It was a typical Eugene winter, chilly, dark and wet. I drove him around all night, bar to bar, watched him get drunk with all his friends. We didn't run into her, thankfully.
Next morning we were both haggard. He made some coffee in a dish towel, no filters in the house, and sat down to write in his journal.
I found this CD by the stereo and put it on.
The Destroyer Sessions - Ryan Adams, with Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings
(recorded shortly before Heartbreaker)
It was the end of a long slow slide into disaster, a messed up ride, the final "I don't want to talk to you ever again" that slammed around and around in my head until I had to say it.
I'd thought I was past that, better than that, immune to heartbroken boys in need of something nobody can give. Nope. It feels like a long time ago now, and it doesn't really hurt anymore, but that album is always gonna be that time, I think.