The Screaming Trio in the Graveyard (later on that night)

Once at Graveyard, we quickly became enthralled with the large amounts of available frivolity. There were many many fine options of gentlemen, such an array of people. You had your punk rockers, yuppies, death metalers among other combinations. We ended up meeting three young men (really—they seemed young), Cobb, Sticks and Nietzsche. All friends who worked at Army Surplus Store (they promised us free pepper spray), and two of which were in a screamo death metal band. They were the kind of people that were really into philosophy but only on the surface (“wow man, we’re all just dust in the wind”), constantly misinterpreting the philosophers that everybody always misrepresents. Overall, it was a fun night. I particularly enjoyed the hearse parked out front.


One discovery at a time,
June 

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Yet another great night, after a splendid and tongue-tied Carlos encounter, June and I, along with another friend, went to a bar called Graveyard.  We met a multitude of guys that night that were attractive and friendly.  As the night was winding down, we were approached by a group of guys who seemed interesting.  Nietzsche, Cobb, and Sticks were self-proclaimed screamy rockers with a cool style, but a little too young for my tastes.  They were fun to talk to, but philosophers they were not.  This being our first real late night adventure in Atlanta, June and I decided to call it a night at a reasonable 5 in the morning.  We should have known then that our social life together would be nothing short of adventurous. 

Atlanta is the south's New York--a bustling city with an awesome social scene for every personality, and we're keeping our minds open...




Wide eyed and Opportunistic,


Salli