I came home with the hunger of a crazed madman with no patience for anything timely so I just made a rather unladylike amount of pasta and sprinkled mad cheese on it.
Kennesaw State University Soccer Stadium
Demographics don't matter. Who the fukk wants to be in bumblefukk Georgia in the middle of summer with Walking Dead extras debatable as to whether or not they're in zombie garb or just their normal day to day level of derelict reciting confederate war poetry in the south end of the stadium?
Now go, my son; a mother's prayers
Will ever follow thee;
And in the thickest of the fight
Strike home for liberty.
On every hill, in every glen,
We'll fight till we are free--
We'll fight till every limpid brook
Runs crimson to the sea.
Muskets getting fired and cannons going off instead of lighting flares. Lynching effigies of the white players to let them know no one is safe.
What a fortress