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If you've gotten this far, it's probably too late to turn back. You're stuck with me now. Coming up in midtown Atlanta, I have seen a lot of things change around me, but once the dust cleared, I realized I was still here, and still broke. Suppose one learns to make do, right? Atlanta is one of the South's few hotbeds of culture, and a great city to be a cheapskate in. I'm probably at dollar beer night, or at a free live show (there's always one somewhere), the latest gallery opening browsing art I can't afford, or a creative house party. My Southern roots have left me a gentleman in a seersucker suit, and my steady diet of Atlanta hip-hop left me with a little sag in those seersucker pants. Being broke has left me, well, broke.