Spin follows Noah and Lilah, a young couple on the run, committing crimes across the south in a post-second-civil-war America. Living on the fringes of a broken society, Lilah empathizes with a hitchhiker they run into at a truck stop, and after con...
First, because it was in the Mississippi Delta. Floods were expected and frequent. It made for rich soil, hundreds of acres of swamp, and a hell of a lot of mud.
Second, because once you got stuck there... it was near impossible to get out.
Like an old truck that had been parked for too long—the years of mud, earth, and rust, built up around it. Didn't matter how much gas you gave it, or how long your tires spun, you only ended up spinning yourself deeper.
Most of the people who were born there, died there. Knowing the beginning and end of their stories left folks struggling to fill in the middle. A lifetime is a long time to fill, especially once you figure out you're just waiting around to die.
As a result, Midnight had the same problem that most small towns do—everybody knew everyone else's business.
The town was flush with gossip and moonshine, courtesy of the Midnight Distillery. At least, that'swhat we called it.
It was really just two guys in an old barn who spent all day and night making and drinking the stuff. They sold it by the gallon, and damn, was it potent. People would get to drinking that whiskey and the rumors would fly.
No one was immune once the rumor mill caught on. Neighbors and coworkers. Friends and relatives. Sharecroppers and their tenants. The mill workers. Poachers in the swamps. Even the gypsies had their fair share of rumors tossed around town.
On and on it went.
Like the human centipede. One would shit it out while another gobbled it up. They'd absorb it, process it, flavor it with their own shit, and send it down the line. By the time it reached the end, it was so watered-down it could only be considered piss.
So, it shouldn't have been much of a surprise when the nickname Midnight Maggie got around and spread like wildfire. After hearing it for the first time on Lilah's front porch, I had almost forgotten about it.
It's funny, considering that it started the series of events that would change my life.
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(Age 11)
I made my way through the boys' locker room, passing a group of guys all huddled in the corner. I paid them no mind as I opened my locker and sat down to untie my shoes. I had just stripped them off when the sound of their laughter finally caught my attention.
Of course, it was Justin Mills leading the pack.
"My dad said she fucked all the guys in Jackson and now she's working her way through Silver City," he said, with a cocky grin. A few of the guys snickered.
