Travis Lovett #1271035

This is an excerpt from an article. The link to the full article is below, and I suggest reading the whole thing. Bikinis in downtown Atlanta? Yep. Lewd behavior in the streets? Yep. Good times for the young, not necessarily involving those things? Absolutely. Traffic...Not a problem for locals in the city and surrounding area?  Okay. Gotta draw the line somewhere. (From Atlanta Magazine) Chapter I. The Innocent Origins It all started in the spring of 1983 with a picnic organized by students attending the Atlanta University Center. As at other historically black colleges and universities, AUC was home to “state clubs” made up of students with common home states. The clubs held social events during the school year and served as pre-Facebook clearinghouses for shared rides home. That spring, members of the DC Metro club threw a picnic in Piedmont Park for students who found themselves stuck on campus over spring break. It was a simple event—sandwiches, coolers, boo

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"...She sent a Dear John letter to me, addressed: To Whom It May Concern ." - Realto B. Love To Whom It May Concern AND All people with loved ones incarcerated:      There are many things that you may not know about how your loved ones are being treated behind the walls of incarceration by the people in place over them, and by the system in general.      First and foremost I want everyone who is reading this to know that the narrative that you’re listening to right now was written by someone currently incarcerated. l’m someone’s husband, someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s uncle, someone’s cousin, someone’s friend, and possibly even someone’s father.      My name is Travis, and I’m locked up for committing crimes against the state of Georgia.Currently I reside in Smith State Prison, the worst, most violent, dangerous, Closed(Max) security prison in the state of Georgia, and the eighth Worst Prison in the entire United States of America.There are currently