by j. brotherlove
It was 74 degrees in Atlanta this past Sunday. It will be like that for most of the week. No need to check the calendar, it really is December; surely a sign of the Apocalypse.
Heather, John and I decided on brunch at Crescent Moon in downtown Decatur since it felt like a late summer day. We discussed, amongst a host of topics, same-gender marriage and how Vincent Gallo exceeds even our high-level tolerance for pretentious artistic expression.
I drive past and through downtown Decatur all the time. But I haven’t really walked around the area in over a year because of that never-ending renovation they went through.
The times, I tell you…
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