Saturday afternoon, recurring Propeller Skies character The Beaver dragged me to the Dogwood Festival. As usual for an event in this sorry excuse for a city, parking sucked a big fat dick. To all the cocksuckers opposed to the parking deck in Piedmont Park: fuck all y’all, I hope your houses burn down and your insurance lapsed, causing you to die penniless and riddled with venereal diseases while being savagely beaten by the pigs for begging in downtown Atlanta.

I wrote about enjoying the Dogwood Festival a few years ago, but I was not impressed this year. Exactly three booths featured decent photography. The rest of the festival was kitsch art manufactured for the lowest common denominator. I do not recommend the Dogwood Festival.