Twelve Hours in Hotlanta

12 hour layovers are alreet in my book. Who could ask for more than wandering around a hotter than the sun Atlanta with a head (and legs) full of Valium?





I wish this photo had come out clearer; dude was showing me the bullet-hole scar just under his jaw.


Gary - ex marine turned crackhead lurker...the stories, oh man, the stories...