Georgia, People. Georgia.

So right now I'd like to apologize for not posting in a few days, but the reason's acceptable. I'm visiting family in Atlanta, Georgia. When I finally got here after an entire day of flight and airports, my skin was raped senseless by the humidity and heat. I mean, I literally felt like i was stuck in an oven at 350° Fahrenheit. Nothing prepared me for what my poor skin felt. How do you live here? How do Georgians do this EVERY SINGLE DAY? What the hell? So after I finally got used to this bullshit, I was able to get my bearings and roam the city in a rented Nissan. While sitting in the car, we pulled into uptown Atlanta. first thing I noticed: The outskirts of the city are empty. It looked like a giant just huffed everybody away. It was like a ghost - town. As we got into the heart of Uptown, The amount of people slowly got higher, and finally, the streets were packed. As the sedan drove closer to "the Underground" (the underground shopping mall) I began to notice something. It was almost ALL black folks. I'm not being racist here (the majority of my family have african american roots), but I mean, seeing a white family in this part of the city was like seeing a black person at a tennis championship; hehe. And it got to the point where the entire South Side of Centennial Park was  FULL of black folks. You would swear there was a Deadmau5 venue or something. And then it hit us: "don't these people have jobs? don't they have lives outside of sitting in a park talking?" I mean these people were definitely NOT homeless. they wore fancy clothes, nice shoes, and the majority were probably 20-40 years old. Once again, I'm not being racist, I'm half black myslef. Seeing heaps of people this large with nothing to do, I didn't know what to believe. Anyways, Georgia's fun, and I'll update more often about my trip. Adios!