Dixon Carter Lee
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I'm typing this from a tiny Southern town in South Carolina. There's one bank, a post office, and a shack with white bread they call a convenience store. Farmers grow soy Beans, corn, and cotton (which is picked, by hand, by black men and women). I went to sleep last night to the sound of a billion crickets, frogs, and a few dozen mooing cows. Up the road a piece you can find good Barbeque and rice, fireworks and propane (in the same store), and you can get cigaretts cheap, even if you're twelve.
And this is where half my family is from. I still have a lot of aunts and uncles down here I never really bothered to get to know. I went by a pond on a piece of family property I haven't seen since I was here last, almost 37 years ago (it's surreal seeing a memory from your very early childhood suddenly come to life again.) It's strange here. People treat their dogs like wild animals, letting them live outside, roaming, picking up ticks, and getting hit by cars. Their sense of humor is completely free of irony and smarm, and they're all Baptists who believe Evolution is evil. So you can just imagine how fucking well I'm getting on.
These are my roots, kids. *sigh*
Still, it's beautiful here. The woods are thick, the fields are lush, the air is sweet, and the river is black and still, and I'll take all that over the sunbaked urban blight of Los Angeles.
And this is where half my family is from. I still have a lot of aunts and uncles down here I never really bothered to get to know. I went by a pond on a piece of family property I haven't seen since I was here last, almost 37 years ago (it's surreal seeing a memory from your very early childhood suddenly come to life again.) It's strange here. People treat their dogs like wild animals, letting them live outside, roaming, picking up ticks, and getting hit by cars. Their sense of humor is completely free of irony and smarm, and they're all Baptists who believe Evolution is evil. So you can just imagine how fucking well I'm getting on.
These are my roots, kids. *sigh*
Still, it's beautiful here. The woods are thick, the fields are lush, the air is sweet, and the river is black and still, and I'll take all that over the sunbaked urban blight of Los Angeles.