how i'm barely five minutes back into atlanta

and it's pouring rain here for the first time in months, my hotel can be described as "pedestrian at best", i walked past a bar playing gospel karaoke, and i saw a buddhist monk in the hotel lobby trying to decide between mesquite bbq chips and ding dongs.

note: i have yet to hit fat matt's or a waffle house yet.

giddyup.

how kid rock and i have something in common

this weekend in atlanta, kid rock pummeled a customer at waffle house.

at that same waffle house, one i could have walked to if people actually walked in atlanta, i once pummeled a cheese grits.

weird.