Word up BDC, I had a great time in Atlanta and I'll be back if the gods of baseball line up the Cubs to knock the Braves out in the first round, again.
I stayed in the heart of downtown and I've never seen so many black folks doin' well for themselves, and yet even the crack dealers were exceedingly polite, and a drunk chatted me up in the nicest way before I forked over a 10 spot to get him "into the shelter" that night. Homie behind the hotel desk axed me to buy him a 40 at the corner sto', which I did, and he hooked me up with the next morning's Krispy Kremes.
However, I won't be denied my blues next time and you can be sure I'll hunt you down for the 411 when the time comes, Big Daddy.