gonna get my ass reamed, shot, raped, stabbed, shanked, etc, etc.

Oh man....talk about being on the wrong side of the tracks...Went to dinner with a buddy of mine who was in town from Miami, then met up in downtown Atlanta with some buddies from Rhode Island who flew in. Went to the bar/resturant in the hotel the RI folks were staying at..real swanky place across teh street from the Famous Fox Theater. This is a fairly to-do area, lots of cop presence, both uniformed and UC (undercover). First we couldn't find the damn place, I was following my buddy (don't ask me why, I shoulda been leading since I know ATL and he didn't....but, we're dumbasses) and we got split up. So I"m in the far left lane, he's in the far right lane and he pull sover onto the sidewalk wondering where I was....somehow he gets back on to the road...we're on Peachtree Street, the heart of Downtown, on a Friday nite, 10pm....We're lost. He pulls around a block, I spot him and follow. We ask a cop where to go, so we finally get to where we need to be.

Drink, eat, bullshit, good times. Now it's time to leave. Both buddy and I need to go to about the same place, so we leave together, but promptly are seperated. So now I'm not exactly sure how to get back to the interstate, as the exit we used in a one way street...In order to get back on the interstate from where we were, or at least the only way I knew how, was to take Peachtree down to Memorial Dr (read: seedy part of town). Well, I'm not paying attention and miss my fucking turn...well great. So about 5 blocks on the wrong side of Memorial, I pull into a gas station. As soon as I get out, "Hey man, wanna buy some socks? Two pair $5." I'm not in Kansas anymore...Go in and get directions...as I'm walking out a guy asks where I"m going, I tell him (like a dumbass), and he gives me false directions, and tries to make me look away to swipe my shit. I know better, so I put all my shit in my buttoned pockets before I got out....but he wants some money, and he's hiding his right hand from me and is leaning in towards me with his left side, like he's hiding something. I'm not packing, not even a damn knife...so I give him a dollar that was stiffed in my pocket (I'm a HUGE dumbass), he isn't happy, asks if I got change in my truck...nope, nothing but pennys...finally I get by and make it to the truck. I was ready to throw it down if he pulled something on me, but I was lucky and he didn't.

As I pull out of the gas station, waht do I see? A cop sitting across the street. I coulda jsut asked him for directions if I knew he was there and save myself a lot of trouble. I make it back to the interstate and home with no further incident, other then the huge fucking pot hole I hit on Memorial and almost missing my turn again. Jeeze, I don't even know what I"m gonna do with me. Almost had my bro-in-law come and fetch me and lead me home. Me thinks I need a navigation system....

Buddy form Miami also gave me some nifty PlasmaGlow Xenon headlights. Love the look of em...that stock shit was just not cutting it...well, it never did cut it to be honest. Too bad my headlight aligment is fubar'd and I can't see shit in fromt of me...yee-haw. Pics forthcoming.