Atlanta is famous for all sorts of things. There's the whole birthplace of Martin Luther King, Jr. There's Margaret Mitchell's house (she was the drunk who wrote Gone With the Wind). Ted Turner's baseball stadium, which costs about thirty five dollars a ticket to sit on the field. Hmm. I know there's more stuff. Um, the traffic makes Atlanta notorious. We've got the Hawks, the Falcons, and the Braves. We're home to numerous recording artists and rappers. Centennial Olympic Park. Phipps Plaza Mall. Ludacris--who cannot spell, apparently.

You know what we're also well-known for?

Dead bodies showing up on streets. In the past six months, more than ten bodies have been found in streets, generally in the early morning whilst some poor sucker is walking the dog. Generally, these corpses have been deposited there by their killers, but some of them have been struck by passing motorists who were either to drunk to know they ran over a human, or too afraid to be caught. In any case, yesterday marked yet another corpse found on the Southeast side of Atlanta.

I don't really know what the point of all this banter is--except to say, if you move to Atlanta, please bring a lot of reflective tape and attach it to a bright orange vest, in case you are murdered and placed on the street.

Because running over a human would probably cause a lot of damage to my car.