Dangerous Moves: Mayor of Ponce climbs to the top of Rocky Mountain Pizza
X pills. From a stranger. In a sports bar. On a Tuesday.
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TUESDAYS WITH MORONS
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&-;It’s where the weird turn pro.”-
That’s how Dangerous Move’s legal counsel Brian 3000 puts it. &-;But,” he adds with a Jeff Spicoli stoner laugh, &-;I’m pretty sure I just stole that off a spring break t-shirt.”-
It’s like a ski lodge in the center of Atlanta. A pizza place with no red wine. It’s in an odd shaped, flat iron building off 10th Street, and it just may be the cheapest place in the city to get shit-faced.-
Rocky Mountain Pizza (1005 Hemphill Ave., 404-876-8600) is a Georgia Tech bar by definition, and a strange fucking place by all other classifications. It’s awkward, math-letic students mixed with Home Park neighborhood barflies. I used to live over this way for a bit with Adrian Barrera (the Barreracudas), and we’d occasionally stop by, stick out and stumble home. It’s a very comfortable environment for a David Lynchian sports bar.-
Tonight’s the Tuesday night of my birthday week, and it’s time to get weird. Wes Hoffman (the Constellations, Pop Death Squad) and his afro are always down at the drop of a hat to get on the weirder side of things. I always love people like that. No matter what you conspire, it’s a shrug of the shoulders and a &-;Fuck it, let’s go.” Dangerous appetites in search of good tales to tell. They always find each other. And sometimes, well, they fall in your lap.