"Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse, gonna have a real, good time.."
The other night I was driving home and started speeding. I started speeding, turned up the music, and pressed my foot to the pedal even harder. I took a sharp turn onto Granite, a windy, narrow, hilly street that weaves through the suburban back roads of my hometown.
But god, do I know that street like the back of my hand. It’s one of two roads I can choose from to access my neighborhood of 23 years.
