I was hanging by the MARTA station like I normally do. I took a piss and got my sign ready. I needed some money for a forty. I heard the train come in and then people come screamin' out of there. Some were bloody. Some were biting people. I got me the hell out of there. Beer is free now---for as long the supply lasts. Say, you got any ice?
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Wednesday, March 11, 2020
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