Velociworld

Chronic Town

Someone mentioned getting high on the old chronic to me the other day in an email or comment, but like my letter of apology to Andrew Sullivan I can't find the damned thing anywhere. This road is down Atlanta Highway from work, and should pop a synapse or two from R.E.M. fans. And, as it is about twenty miles from Athens, I must insist the boys had been down that particular three miles of bad road at some point in their nonage.

Also, I reach a certain tipping point where I refuse to believe in coincidence serendipity the willing suspension of disbelief. Rankin' Rob would know. I sent him the photo a few weeks back, but, alas, his blog is requesting an unrequited user name, so perhaps I am bestia non grata there in these heady days of tax-evading unicorn hostlers.

I remember now: It was Serr8d's photoskills.