Downtown nashville had this intersection to offer, where church street turns into gay street. i kid you not. And at this ironic street corner, sandra and i came upon a bum following our yummy dinner at the spaghetti company. Like all the other bums, this one had a little backstory for his need of cash. He offered to wash our car window because he was an ex-military man who was getting the massive cyst removed from his ear next week. I didn't buy it until he flashed me the cyst...it was massive! So sandra gave him a dollar and i forced him to tell me where the old recording studios were. Success.
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