Hints from Atlanta
Jesus fucking Christ. We don’t know what the fuck just happened there. Pretty sure shit is still building, half of us are gone now.
Made some new friends and some new enemies. Fuck the traps, heat, and insects. It’s survival mode in Atlanta. You’re not worthy of uttering the phrase “Dirty South” until you enter Atlanta in mid-August.
There isn’t rhyme or reason to these photos, we’ll better explain soon, but we know you’re curious what we’ve been doing, but for now we’re trying to rebuild our fortunes.