uptown

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 …

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