. . . . I was living in Atlanta before the 1996 Olympics (and during, too). This is one of my all-time favorite photos of myself because it is ridiculous on so many levels. The Harley shirt was sort of the trucker hat of the mid-90s (at least for me).
The torch is going by near the office today, but I guess I won’t have time to grab a big Bud and lean on the hood of a police car this time. I have to work. Ah, youth.
If I didn’t know you, I’d say you look like you’re about to crack someone over the head with that bottle.
Are you sure this isn’t from a Skynyrd concert?
I lived out in Conyers ( rural suburb of Atlanta ) when the torch came by in 1996. Confusing, could see anything. Someone in official looking Olympic garb was telling us when to clap, when to cheer. Something out of a Hunter S. Thompson essay.
LMAO, sweet shirt. If the shirt was intended to be ironic, I assure you the folks in Atlanta didn’t get the irony. It is good to know that you are one of the “Survivors” though.