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How To Write a Country Song – Guns, God, and ‘Murica

I I guess about 12 or 13....squeezing into my dad's Toyota pickup. A 1988 grey, with no cab, so me and my two sisters would (probably illegally) cram in the front seat with Dad on the way to school... Continue Reading →

Carolina Diaries: The Getting to of Here. Driving across the US of A.

We said "goodnight" at 12am and set alarms for 4am. She texted from the couch at 1:30 "I can't sleep, lets just go for it." But I had somehow fallen into a delirious panic nap and we did get up... Continue Reading →

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