sunday morning wake up
stayed up real late makin' media
wilson don't drink much red wine really knocked him out
we're both dehydrated.
reason I stayed this long, two:
one, atlanta kinda fell through,
and this saturday is a local gospel festivalhome with wil's mom, I check up on atlantean connections, nuthin' doin'on the street, picking up our bags, parking our car mom gives me a $100 hotel budget so it's on pathfinding
on the road through south carolina peach signs but they're not in season but wilson doesn't believe me until we arrive at a fireworks store where faultable toothed folks critiqued my hiar
otherwise it looks much the same
that's the thing about these fuckin' fast food joints they make every skyline look the same
wil sez they're homogenizing home town america but wouldn't every small town look mostly the same from a highway anyway? pretty much a fuck you man lay off response
- too long together without distraction
jimi hendrix blues most of the way in georgia local radio is immediately invigorating, dacing on electric avenue, mister pitiful
there's no southern accents on the radio
we hear of the death of johnny guitar watson
arrive downtown rollin' through cokeville omnipresent cola
only the high hotels
how about the marriot? too expensive, I say, at least $180 for a night.
in the mega-atrium, 47 floors of brazilesque madness future plaza
a black man in a black open jeep with three women pulls by
justin man hey it's aaron!
this guy used to work with my brother at the lincoln park zoo, when colin took off two years, worked saved money for an african voyage
my school was right nearby, I visited often, brought over pornographic software for their office IBM
this is a crazy convergance
but he smells slightly of beer, is carting these three womenfriends around gives me his number
we have to hook up!
no tonight party recommendations, he doesn't go out so much - got a girlfriend
everyone in the hotel recommends buckhead, so there we head
leaving literal leagues of lightes-neonis flirty bitches and belligerant boobs
so we drive around the city directions to little five points party place "mjq"
a hiphop hangout
wilson was acting mischevious all of a sudden three am running from the room in a robe yelling like don pardo.