A rockstar at rock-bottom,
a notorious party girl,
and a Chevy C10.
What happens when two stars collide?
I'm Harlow Saint James, and I was moving way too fast.
At nineteen, I was nothing more than a trashy socialite and notorious party girl who wasn't ready for her party to end.
Until one night, I interrupted the lead guitarist of House of Sparrows on his smoke break. It'd all started with a double shot of tequila in West Hollywood and ended somewhere off Ocean Avenue on the longest night of my life. Though, it didn't take the entire night to discover Linc Hendrix was more messed up than I was.
The two of us together could be a match made in toxic hell or a chance to slow down with the one.
Either way, years from now, they'll print my story in some gossip column with the tagline: "What Happened to Harlow James?"
A rockstar at rock-bottom,
a notorious party girl,
and a Chevy C10.
What happens when two stars collide?
I'm Harlow Saint James, and I was moving way too fast.
At nineteen, I was nothing more than a trashy socialite and notorious party girl who wasn't ready for her party to end.
Until one night, I interrupted the lead guitarist of House of Sparrows on his smoke break. It'd all started with a double shot of tequila in West Hollywood and ended somewhere off Ocean Avenue on the longest night of my life. Though, it didn't take the entire night to discover Linc Hendrix was more messed up than I was.
The two of us together could be a match made in toxic hell or a chance to slow down with the one.
Either way, years from now, they'll print my story in some gossip column with the tagline: "What Happened to Harlow James?"