By Suzanne Stormon I decided to quit my full-time job and school in Southern California one afternoon while lying on the bed of a college rodeo cowboy and movie extra who I’d met on campus a month earlier. We were listening to a scratchy old record by a blues singer named Leadbelly. I’d never heard of him before but his deep southern voice and his sad songs reminded me that I wanted a different kind of life. I was exhausted and Jerry was pushing me for sex. I was still resisting. I didn’t want to be there anymore. I liked … Continue reading Leadbelly: Or a Girl, Her Dog, and Moving to Nevada