June 4, 2011

One of my favorite memories from Atlanta is the hotel room on the 56th floor. The third or fourth thing I did on entering was look out the window. There was a big mound in the hazy distance. Then I queued up four Lil Wayne songs on Youtube, took my shirt off, and jumped on the king-size bed for a minute. I think next I got a cup of water from the bathroom faucet.