I’m the kind of person who used to hop in my beat-up Grand AM and drive around the ritzy, expensive neighborhoods in my hometown of Nashville, just to pretend I was coming home to “the good life.”. I was only 20 or so years old, but there was…
I’m the kind of person who used to hop in my beat-up Grand AM and drive around the ritzy, expensive neighborhoods in my hometown of Nashville, just to pretend I was coming home to “the good life.”. I was only 20 or so years old, but there was…