He found me on a staircase of steel.
Nowhere near Heaven, a Devil making a deal.
Come on down, son, my Satan said with a grin.
Come with me and we’ll make Sinner’s Gin.
I took his hand, ran to temptation and sin
Drowned in song, ink on a pin
Dusted off the rust, let go of my pain
Best thing I did, was come out of the rain
I came on down, fell from the sky
So fucking glad the Devil stopped by
Tears wiped dry, Bruises faded from skin
Made whole and loved, drunk off Sinner’s Gin.
— Gin and Demonic
Absinthe of Malice
by Rhys Ford
We’re getting the band back together.
Those five words send a chill down Miki St. John’s spine, especially when they’re spoken with a nearly religious fervor by his brother-in-all-but-blood, Damien Mitchell. However, those words were nothing compared to what Damien says next.
And we’re going on tour.
When Crossroads Gin hits the road, Damien hopes it will draw them closer together. There’s something magical about being on tour, especially when traveling in a van with no roadies, managers, or lovers to act as a buffer. The band is already close, but Damien knows they can be more—brothers of sorts, bound not only by familial ties but by their intense love for music.
As they travel from gig to gig, the band is haunted by past mistakes and personal demons, but they forge on. For Miki, Damie, Forest, and Rafe, the stage is where they all truly come alive, and the music they play is as important to them as the air they breathe.
But those demons and troubles won’t leave them alone, and with every mile under their belts, the band faces its greatest challenge—overcoming their deepest flaws and not killing one another along the way.
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