Tonight, I’ve been invited to have dinner at Grant and Ana’s place, and since there’s no way I’m turning down a home-cooked meal, I’m currently driving up I-5 North headed to their house.
They moved to the suburbs last summer into some crazy Mediterranean-style mansion in a gated community. Grant’s basically living the dream—hot new wife, adorable baby daughter, huge luxurious estate. He’s been through hell to get to this place in his life, and I’m nothing but happy for the guy.
When I arrive at the guard shack, I’m sent through after giving the security guard my name and flashing my driver’s license. And when I roll up to the brick-paver-lined circular drive, I park my truck in front of the house. A little fountain splashes in the center of the driveway with artificially blue water casc
