Local Man Disappears Into Florida Georgia Line Concert Crowd, Resurfaces Three Days Later With Hot Dog Vendor License and a Neck Tattoo
I swear, this is the only place where a guy goes missing for three days at a music festival and comes back with a new career path and a tramp stamp of a corn dog. My cousin saw him at the food truck, and he just looked me dead in the eye and said, 'Common sense is extinct, man. I’m just selling processed meat and living free.' Unreal. Meanwhile, my neighbors are still complaining about the bass from that Thursday night show. But hey, at least he found a job, right?