It’s time to leave South Carolina: past time, probably. For the last two years you’ve been reading true tales of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros. You are a patient lot. I can’t […]
Carowinds was to Upstate South Carolina as Six Flags or Great America was to other parts of the country: a big, shiny amusement park full of roller coasters, arcades, and artists trying […]
Ninth grade was a very strange time. I was a member of The Guys In Black Tee Shirts Who Jam, but I wasn’t hardcore enough for Prevo, or prevocational school. I played […]
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