Summer in Georgia can be defined by the incessant buzzing of grasshoppers, the taste of fresh cut watermelon, and taking two showers a day. As a child, I spent a lot of my time indoors avoiding heatstroke, but in the evenings I liked to walk through the woods and look for strange shit. In the last few years, I have rediscovered the joy of this delinquent activity, and it is something I prioritize whenever I am back in town. Stay Weird, friends.
