"Dirty South Slow Jam" by MISTER.MAN
"I stood in a parking deck and listened to the last ten minutes of the Falconâs game today. I have no problems admitting that up until this point, I havenât paid much mind to professional football this year. Generally speaking, I can take it or leave it. Iâm more of a baseball fan, because I have the soul of an 80-year-old. But, that doesnât stop me from getting pretty excited when my hometown team is doing well. I even threw my fists up into the air when whatsis name scored that important goal-point-unit at the end of the game. Itâs thrilling. Feeling like youâre apart of something feels good. . ."













