Soda Palazzo

It was 2012 around 2 AM and we were talking about tech. We decided to take a drive to Raceway for Soda Palazzo.

As we exit the car in the Atlanta mist, a Bentley pulls up next to us in the gas isle. We are standing outside my car headed into Raceway, when out steps Lil Wayne and some others.

You told me not to stare, but I did not know who he was. You explained and we went in and grabbed 44 ounces of pure sugary carbonation.

We watched as he and his passengers and driver loaded back in. He looked over at you and climbed into the back seat.

At first not a word was said. As we drove home, you said that was cool.

He had so much gold and platinum around his neck. We both talked of the costs and why he was out so late. You punched my shoulder and laughed.

We are started something. A link a break into something more than before.

You hated my stories as they changed in memory or I told the same ones repeatedly. But you always remembered that night.

So did I, and I'll forever remember those late night soda and food runs. They were times you would talk to me as your dad.