Quote from TrendyMohawk:
It is close to closing time on my 29th birthday. One of my brother's friends who is a native Brazillian, travels back in forth to Brazil, jobless, and has a $0.65 M house in Atlanta suggests that we go to the grease stand. I can't stand this guy normally, but I'm pretty loose from the free flowing booze. His buddy who I also can't stand, shows up on cue and drives us from the Buckhead bar to the Goldfish stand. The Brazillian guy pulls a salt shaker filled with powder- not salt- and pours huge amounts (15 grams?) on my Goldfish burgers. It flows out as a powder not a grainy salt. They then practically force me to eat both. I get away with only eating one somehow. I'm dropped off at my apt. I am having a physical reaction and need help being dropped off. I start vomiting and having diarrhea at the same time. At this time, I am by myself. I have overdose symptoms from either cocaine, crystal meth or some other stimulant (I don't use illegal drugs). My heart is beating a million times a minute. I'm sweating. I have violent dry heaves. I'm having breathing problems, and I can't stand up. Somehow I get into the shower and turn it on full on cold and am still sweating. Somehow I live. Somehow the Atlanta pd brush these claims aside (perhaps because I am in a state of shock and don't consult with them for several weeks).
Anyone who needs some llello in Atlanta should get in touch with Carlos Soares or Jeff Cudd.