Forever I Love Atlanta...

Forever I Love Atlanta...
Gotta love the A!

Not saying there ain't good shit in DC. But damn ATL!
Step off the plane 40-degree weather- not half bad considerin its cold as balls in DC. Listening to 8ball and MJG ~“Don’t want drama”.

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch..

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!


Waved goodbye to the Elvis impersonator on my plane.

I love the south.

Insurrections, 24 hr porn store, competitive hard working strippers, and strip malls all over like a huge version of Glenmont.

Best of all, smoking in designated areas of the airport. Not that I started again, I just love the fact that the south refuses to give up its rights. Any of them.

And the overt racism is to be commended. It’s like at any moment somebody white might call a grown ass black man “boy” and haul off and get fuckin slapped. They keep their racism real down here, stars and bars bumper stickers and all.

  • Tough gun laws- no.

  • Crack downs on indoor smoking - no (I’m pretty sure you can still smoke in Long John Silver’s).

  • Law classifying clitoral piercings as female genital mutilation- check.

  • Crunkest homeless people ever- check.

  • Big boned DSGBs that make me smile from ear to ear- check.

  • Smiley old countrified man who addresses me as happygirl-check.

  • The best public access TV ever, from the Penis/vagina lady, to the bishop who wants to sue everyone, to the very masculine drag queens lip-synching Cher and/or Lil Kim at 2 am.

  • Home of Creflo Dollar (the only man of the cloth with a more pimpish name than Bishop Don “Magic” Juan).

  • One of the 1st place to institute laws governing the procurement of the over the counter components used to synthesize crystal meth. It was that serious.

  • And I still swear the mix straight chicken grease and crack into those Churches honey buttered biscuits, but I still eat em tho.

  • This is the state that got sued by like 3 neighboring states for dumping waste in Lake Lanier and polluting everything down stream.

  • Land of “Raindrop”, the highest stripper I've ever seen, and "Butterfly" with the butterfly tattooed on her ass whose wings would flap when she made her booty cheeks clap.


The most simultaneously homophobic and out and proud city I have seen in my entire life. ATL is definitely a constant beautiful and unapologetic contradiction.

I swear forever I love Atlanta... Til I die. For all the ignorance and the history and the ambiance and the traditions. Seriously....

Praise the lord and pass the ammunition!

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