The Atlanta Objective: Deadline Days

Police killed a man here last week and we barely noticed with everything going on. Hearing truth is hard. Atlanta is as loud as a raging club. This is what a whisper sounds like on the dance floor.

Some days, no one wants to fu—ing talk to me. The longer that day gets, the more likely they are to be right.

I am an irascible bastard thinly disguised as a respectable writer and fountain of civic virtue. I try to be Kermit the Frog. The best thing about working from home is how little of my inner Donald Duck needs to be displayed in public.

The worst…