The time we worked at a Rio Bravo up in Kennesaw for a summer with this guy we’ll call Matt. We were both bus boys. I spent my free time that summer reading Raymond Chandler and buying liquor to take back to Florida. He spent his summer listening to White Zombie and working on his car. It was, like, a Fiero with an engine so over tweaked it sounded like it was on the verge of exploding at idle.
Matt was obviously three hundred times cooler than me.
That summer had this stretch where the heat got up over 100 for something like two weeks straight in Atlanta.
