It’s A Mad World
Tuesday, April 26, 20011
8:57am. BP station. East Nashville.
On the brink of 4 clams…
I live 2 miles from downtown Nashville and 5 miles from work.
I’m one of the lucky ones who has to fill up about once every 10 days.
My head hurts for those who have long commutes or cart kids arounda all day.
This madness has to stop, right?