lovely night in Atlanta with my man Ismael. Had passes to a jazz show at the Rialto to take pictures for the honor’s college, only to find out they didn’t allow photography during the show. Proceeded to dip the place and meander off to Anatolia’s where we blew O’s and got ourselves some fireballs and a buttery nipple. The train ride home was great as I had someone to witness the ratchetness of St. Patty’s Day with me. It was a good day.