On the morning that Johnny Cash died, I spent the day like I was in one of his songs.


I woke up at 6am, and drove through the rain to pick up my sister from the state prison, released just in time to attend our grandma`s funeral.


Unlike Johnny, though, I didn`t stop to shoot my woman down, and neither I, my sister, nor grandma are named "Sue."

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