Joe Werner introduces, Delta Shine!

When Hoyt looked in the cracked mirror, the face staring back was gaunt, a pallid, sick grey

with steep gutters down each cheek, the face of a man ten years his senior showing a terrible sadness.

Hoyt picked up the whiskey bottle he had stashed in a dresser drawer and choked down the last few drops,

just a spider, but enough to settle his stomach. Then still barefoot and shirtless, he sat on the side of the

unmade bed with his elbows on his knees, hands covering his face and sweat pouring from a body filled

with hopelessness as he cried in silence.