Walk a mile in my underpants

In a desperate effort to get up-to-date on my pictures, I’m forgoing cleverness and just posting a buttload of photos from the rest of the Charleston trip. Enjoy. Continue reading →

Charleston isn’t real. It’s too pretty. Too clean. Too polite. I pinched myself but it was still there. I pinched myself again but people started to stare and lead their children across the street.

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