Ryan B

One night a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in my car in an empty Party City parking lot just meditating about life. It was just me, a couple of brews and a Steely Dan cassette tape when all of a sudden I got 'napped by three hooded individuals. They took me to Stone Mountain and put on a private lasershow for me. This lasershow showed me the locations of ATL's best speakeasies, who's on the musical tip, where all the afterparties go down and how to get into Elton John's lair of underground hot tubs. Once blessed with this intel the hooded individuals, known only as ATLiens, took me to the top of the mountain, poured a can of Red Bull over my head and baptized me ATL's Night Moves "mobile correspondent." Thus, it is now my duty to share all my jamz intel with my fellow ATLiens.

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