"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes.
notice that the sign says "nice People" and "good country music".today it should read "a bunch of rednecks getting down to commericalized pop that record producers and executives pass off as country music! Damn I miss real Country Music!