Castleberry Hill Massacre

Like art? Well, Castleberry Hill, located in the Atlanta ghetto, is certainly the place for you. I recently made the pilgrimage to this Mecca of the gayest of personal pursuits... art. Let me tell you, the night was PHABULOUS!* I experienced a full range of the greatest in arts and crafts. Walking from gallery to galley, I realized that these "talented" young men and women known as "artists" were not just creating works to be seen, but works that were meant to be felt. I was bearing witness to the artist's soul manifested in whatever medium they happened to be working in. It was about this time that I became bored and just wished to God that I was drunk. Suddenly, I noticed a rapidly growing cloud of purple gas seeping into the gallery via the air vents. Drowsiness instantly overcame me and the other visitors. It was soon a challenge for me to keep my eyes open. As I hit the floor in deep slumber, I swore I heard a cackle and a boombox playing a relatively obscure Prince song. It turns out the gallery had been struck by a gang of nefarious art-haters hell bent on exposing the greatness of their favorite musical artist to everyone by any means necessary. Thankfully, the gallery was equipped with surveillance cameras. I leave you now with the shocking footage of the terrifying ordeal.
*Phabulous- pretty hot and abulous