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So my buddy Brian moves back to Atlanta from Detroit to be with his little boy. I offer to take him, as Nashville is on the way, and I want to see Brian's kid (cute little boy, looks just like him). I stay for a week.
I don't remember all of my stay. I found the best rolls I've ever been able to get my hands on, and for dirt cheap. But even when we were all rolling hard as fuck (so hard I actually saw God's closet and his video game system on "pause") the only thing people wanted to do was either
1. Get drunk
2. Get in fights
3. Race cars
4. A combination of 1,2, or 3
Tell me there's more to Atlanta than that. |
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