The Mysterious Letter

Today I recieved an envelope with no return address or stamp.
It just said "To: The Josh" on the front written in fancy cursive.
At first I was suspicious, cause of Anthrax n shit, but then I thought I'm in my yard, I don't care.

Upon opening the envelope, a lot of white powder sprinkled out and I thought, well fuck.
I found one sheet of paper inside and it read something like this.

"Dear Josh,
As you may recall, you once live here, you once partied here, you once loved here.
That's right. This is Atlanta. Maybe you remember me.

There were days when you'd cruise down my roads next to maseratis and astin martins.
There were nights when you'd pee on my bushes near Sutra Lounge.
There were times you'd watch your friends car get towed from a club balcony after telling them not to park there.
And there were times when you'd have to reattached Adam's car door handle after Rob ripped it off.
There were times when you'd drink shitty beer at Hole in the Wall for $4 a pitcher.
There were times when you'd make the most out of a shitty club opening by getting drunk, eating a ton of fries and extreme fist pounding.

But with you gone, there are no times like that.
There are Atlanta hoodrats and strippers running wild without anyone to keep them in line.
There is beer sitting in your friends' refridgerator with no one to drink it.
There are [CENSORED CAUSE THIS IS MY BLOG AND YOU DON'T GET TO KNOW ABOUT THAT]

Hope to have you back living here soon.

Signed,
Atlanta

P.S. Ted Turner is outside of your window at night."

Damn You, Rob!

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I spent hours at Velvet Room dancing with Wendy thanks to Rob's candy ass not cutting in and saving me. I lost 7 lbs that night from sweat alone. Wendy has got some endurance!