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Do you vote in political elections?
No… I don’t vote for political erections… things too hard as it is.
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My fingers earlier today… after playing guitar hard for an hour…
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Have you ever been camping?
Are you kidding me…
I’m a Gen X kid.
We didn’t call it camping…
that’s what city folks say…
when they do it once in a while.
We called it…
the weekend.
…and sometimes in the summer—
it was just life.
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Growing up in Georgia…
I didn’t have to go anywhere—
to find it.
I lived on the edge of thick… deep woods…
the kind full of things
that could hurt you.
We weren’t scared…
didn’t matter—
we were in there anyway.
Kids… by ourselves…
no parents…
just dirt… trees… and whatever moved in the shadows.
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Then there were the weekends…
My friend Chris—
his folks had land on Lake Oconee.
Man… we lived out there.
Tents…
or just sleeping by the fire…
Fishing… boating… skiing… swimming…
Great times.
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And when I wasn’t there…
I was with my dad… and my uncle…
heading up into the north Georgia mountains…
along the Tallulah River.
We’d drive about 15 miles down a narrow gravel road…
till we hit the river crossing.
Then we’d drive straight through it.
Clear water…
ice cold… even in summer…
on the other side—
was nothing.
No people.
Just us…
and whatever else was out there.
Bears…
Bigfoots…
timber rattlesnakes…
just the locals.
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We’d set camp right on the water…
Fish all day.
Rainbow… brown…
beautiful native brook trout…
Trout for breakfast—
fish… grits… eggs…
Lunch—
fish sandwich… chips…
Supper—
we went all out…
Grilled or fried fish…
vegetable kabobs…
baked potatoes in the fire…
salad…
We ate like kings out there.
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I’ve caught so many fish in that river…
I couldn’t even guess the number.
Been going since I was about 7…
I’m 52 now.
Haven’t been in a few years…
Life gets busy…
…but that place is down in me.
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Some summers…
the riverbanks would glow red—
tiny garnets everywhere.
We’d sift through them…
looking for the bigger ones…
We’d also look for gold…
found some too.
I remember once…
I had a handful of decent-size wild garnets and gold… glistening in my palm
but that place for me—
is more valuable than anything I can hold.
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Then came Florida…
Lived there for 12 years.
Different world—
same soul.
Many freshwater fishing trips inland…
spent much time at many of the different springs…
…but also the coast…
I lived on Anna Maria Island…
Had a sea kayak.
Weekends…
I’d load up my truck…
drive to Bishop Harbor…
Drop in…
Paddle 45 minutes out
to these tiny… remote islands.
Set up camp.
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Mornings—
I’d paddle and fish…
Afternoons—
back to camp…
eat… rest… chillax…
Evenings—
back out till dark…
Then nights…
just me…
the fire…
the water…
the sounds…
the wildlife…
Alone…
but not really.
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Down there…
we call it…
Salt Life.
Had the sticker on my truck and everything.
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So yeah man…
I’ve been what yall call camping
a few times 😁
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All jokes aside…
I’m about that life.
It’s in me…
just like music.
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been singing this in my head and on guitar all day…
Me and my buddy Jonathan… fishing in Florida
Jon and I were fishing when 3 huge wild boars walked behind us
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Romans 1:20
“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.
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What makes you nervous?
Because even dead—
He’ll whip your ass.
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How do you unwind after a demanding day?
What’s today…
Oooo—it’s Tuesday…
So on Tuesdays…
this is how I unwind…
I dress all in black…
put on my stealth mindset…
and about midnight…
I grab my BB gun…
go around my neighborhood…
shooting out people’s porch lights…
moving their lawn furniture—to better spots…
Once I get my rocks off…
I’m satisfied…
I return home…
make the tacos…
reflect…
eat…
drink…
be merry…
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How do you use social media?
Hi! My name is Wanda Friggetts… I love cigarettes… and ice cream… but mainly… I love catfishin’ on WordPress… makin’ folks think I’m a cool guy named Bryan from Georgia…
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Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
I’m fine in the fire…
beside me—
a fourth man…
So go ahead—
turn it up.
“Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt. and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.” — Book of Daniel 3:25 (KJV)
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What is your favorite restaurant?
An Atlanta Chick-fil-A Story…
Growing up in Atlanta… if word got out that I answered this prompt with anything other than Chick-fil-A… I’d probably get ostracized, kicked out of church, and have my house egged in the night by a pastor dressed like a ninja…
So yeah… let’s keep the chicken-lovin’ Bible Belt Army happy-happy, as Phil from Duck Dynasty would say…
Seriously though… it’s a freakin’ amazin’ place for fast eats.
Chick-fil-A was born here in Atlanta… started by Truett Cathy… a legend in these parts. A great Christian man… a man who really cared about his employees and his customers… he built his business on biblical principles… a man who was always closed on Sunday.
I’ve even got a personal story tied to him.
My ex-girlfriend’s grandmother owned and ran a newspaper here in Atlanta for many years called The Southside Insider. She was friends with Mr. Cathy… and he actually sold her the building for that newspaper for $1. I always thought that was pretty cool.
I never got to meet him… I almost did. Missed him a few times in passing… but I’ve been blessed to hear many stories about him.
So from its humble beginnings here in my city… Chick-fil-A is now everywhere. But it’s different here in Atlanta. Different than anywhere else.
Here… we’ve got the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill.
If yall can fit through the door… then by all means… come on in and have a seat 😎
These places aren’t just fast food joints… they feel like actual restaurants. You can sit down… be waited on… and get menu items folks in other places have probably never even heard of.
One of them is found only at the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill…
Ladies and gentlemen… I present to you… The Hot Brown.
Man…
Let me describe this thing!
It’s like a casserole-style dish with white meat chicken in a rich cream-style gravy like thick sauce… but it’s not a gravy, really, I don’t think… and it’s covered in melted cheddar… topped with strips of bacon… and served with toast.
You’re just gonna have to trust me on this one.
I wouldn’t lie to you.
my taste buds are elite.
I wish I had one right now.
And their sweet iced tea? elite too.
When I’m not goin’ with the Hot Brown… my next favorite is the spicy chicken sandwich with pepper jack and waffle fries. The mac ’n’ cheese is worth fightin’ for… and the cheesecake is straight-up badass.
So if you’re ever in the Atlanta area… now you know what you need to do.
I might just see you there.
Lunch is on me.
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And in me.
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Bawk! 🐔…
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Comedian Tim Hawkins-songs about Chick-fil-A
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📖 Colossians 3:23–24 (NIV)
“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters…”
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Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
Sittin’ beside my one-of-a-kind wife
in a Canary Yellow 1973 Volkswagen Super Beetle—
at a drive-in…
eatin’ popcorn…
watchin’ Creature From The Black Lagoon…
hopefully it’s in effin’ color…
—or close enough.
but I’m goin’ to be too busy stealin’ kisses…
watchin’ the movie flicker in her eyes.
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Describe something you learned in high school.
There are a lot of people I know
who say high school was a waste of time…
—and I get it.
For some…
especially artists and musicians…
it never felt like a place
that knew what to do
with a fire inside—
more about obedience…
than imagination…
But for me—
it was different.
Those four years gave me something real…
I had free chorus… music classes…
adding even more
to the years I already lived in—
that’s where it happened—
I discovered my love
for writing…
for literature.
English—
that was probably my favorite…
History came close—
science right behind it…
Math…?
I could do it… sure—
but I never felt it.
I understood it—
just never connected to it.
Sports gave me another kind of education—
one built on sweat…
pressure…
timing…
and skill you had to prove…
The social side though…
I could’ve done without that.
It was the usual divide…
the cool kids…
then everyone else…
—and me…
somewhere in between…
too aware to play along—
But the teachers—
they mattered.
I had real connections there…
My building construction teacher…
he was one of the guys…
Sometimes we’d sneak behind the shed—
smoke a cigarette…
talk about life…
Other days—
we’d all jump him…
wrestle him to the ground…
leave him covered in dirt…
shirt torn up…
He’d walk into the teacher’s lounge
looking like he survived a tornado…
trying to explain what happened…
Man… we loved that guy.
But my English teacher—
she changed everything.
She introduced me to Julius Caesar…
my first taste of Shakespeare…
Lighting a path to more great literature…
And then there was music class—
where I learned something
I still tote today…
The power… of the rest.
Silence—
In music…
what isn’t played…
can speak louder
than what is.
Same with writing… 😎
So yeah…
I gained a lot from that place.
Funny thing—
earlier today…
before I even saw this prompt…
I was listening to the John Mayer Trio…
reading interviews with John…
—and in one of them he said…
“I knew school never did anything for me…
it never made sense…
I knew at 13 what I wanted—
to be a musician.”
And yeah…
I get that too.
But thinking about it…
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school did do something for him.
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it showed him
what he refused to let go of.
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And that’s the lesson— 😎
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They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines.But something’s better
On the other side.© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.
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What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?
Poo diving.
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Gold goes to…
this guy 🏅
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