Uptown One night, three years ago, I left my middle class suburban home and jumped into my old beat-up Cadillac. With no purpose in mind, I started driving. Determining that I wanted to go walking in uptown Charlotte and deciding to find out what all the hype was about, I merged onto the interstate. My car smoked and coughed like an emphysema-ridden man who smoked two packs a day. Worried that I would not reach …showed first 75 words of 676 total…

…showed last 75 words of 676 total…nightclubs, most likely did not enjoy the harassment he received from the “party-animals”. And they, the careless upper-class drunkards, would wake up in the morning (if they all did wake up) to hate their big-city, rock and roll lifestyles, until the sun goes down again and they forget what the previous morning had felt like. I think that my small- town scene is enough for me, what I observed did not impress me at all.