Thursday, March 19, 2009. I left Opryland February of 2006 . I picked up a few weddings , some portrait work and some commercial work. but income was very scarce at one point to make ends meet I tried to sell my clubs . but at the last minute held onto them . Only problem was we where very happy in our church home and we lived about 25 miles away from the Smyrna Church.

He shook his head in disgust. For years, his dirty, little secret remained hidden, burrowed deep in the woods, rotting away like the corpse inside it. only to be accidently stumbled upon by hikers seeking truth to a hundred year old ghost story. A knock on the window interrupted his thoughts.

The dog, where is he? Brad appeared in front of the bars, his expression was a mixture of concern and anger. Beats me, I shrugged sitting against the bathtub resting my forearms on my knees. You signaled him, like before. You whistled and he bolted out the back door before anyone could get ahold of him. An amused laugh escaped me, If you say so. Brad had mentioned a woman, that would most likely be where they were taking me. Clearly they were part of a .