My Mom the Christian Porn Star: Part One
- Hamlin
- Jul 19
- 12 min read
2:04 a.m., and the world outside was dead, which was more than he could say for his own head. Daniel Gold sat hunched over his battered desk, surrounded by a necropolis of coffee cups and textbooks with titles like “Intro to Applied Ethics” and “The Modern Family.” The lamp overhead was a fifty-watt joke, but his laptop’s screen seared through the dark like a dying star, making Daniel’s face look gaunt and washed out, the blue-white glow dragging out the hollows beneath his eyes.
