Don’t say her name. That was the one rule my bandmates followed, because they knew how much it messed me up to think about her, especially on tour. My ex, Nicole. The one who got away and the woman who s…
Who forgets marrying a football player? Me, apparently. Turns out countless shots and a bad breakup lead to questionable decision making. But waking up in Vegas with a ring on my finger beside a hot, …
