Beneath These Shadows

The only permanent thing in my life is the ink I put on my clients.

I drift from city to city, in and out of beds, from one tattoo shop to the next.

Every time I start to put down roots, I rip them up.

Until New Orleans.

Until her.

She''s everything I''m not.

Full of fire and life. An innocent where I''m a sinner.

I want to consume her. Protect her. Keep her.

But first, I have to escape from beneath these...