In 2013, my life fell apart. I lost my job, my place to live, most of my friends. All in a span of a few weeks. With my ancient car loaded with everything I could fit and my cat howling about the indignity of existence; I drove 75 miles south and landed in Nashville. I made a couple of friends. I tried to find my footing.
In 2014, my life fell apart. Af…
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