Late in the night on a Thursday in Tennessee, the stars were clear and I was on the prowl. It was the summer of 2012 at the Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival when I fell in love.
It is about a 14 to 15-hour drive to Tennessee from Philadelphia. It is a long and arduous highway riddled ride.
However, there are not many distances young people won’t travel go for good music, food, drugs, and beer. Continue reading ““I Just Want to See Alice Coopers Face””