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Romancing the Low Country
- Narrated by: Stephen Howard
- Length: 1 hr and 27 mins
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Summary
You may call this an emo blog. Set in The Low Country of SC;
join me on these misadventures of drugs, alcohol, romance
and self-loathing due to certain substances a writer could not
restrain himself from during a number of years before the
net controlled us. From the marshy swamp lands of Sumter,
to the meandering sea grass of Hilton Head, culminating
in the eternal city of Charleston SC, follow me as I blazed
a trail of scores, heartache, love, lust, drug abuse, and
finding God again.
Here is an excerpt:
"So at a clear mirror moon, we meet in a cornfield without the corn.
She is wrapped in a blanket due to the spring winds hailing from nearby Hilton Head.
She is my Statue of Liberty, my eternity, my God at this 2:30 am stop.
Her voice is so tender but controlling. Her complexion Revlon could never up keep.
“So you can’t sleep either"? She asks me. Nervous beyond all words,
I shake my head. I mean there is so much I want to say but I just hold on to the feeling. I tried to freeze it in some cryogenic lab like Austin Powers before the movie.
Some moments stab you forever, they never leave you like a Purgation.
Whatever We walk a little while down a nearby dirt road.
She does not look at me, but some inward journey she is on.
A place I will never know.
“Maria I...well your girlfriends are really nice and funny.
Do they go to CofC with you"? I ask. “No we have been friends since high school.
They go to my church. Why do you ask? She smiles.
“No Not that...just curious”. Me trying not to show my hand.
The Moon hovers over us and she spreads out the blanket.
It reminds me of how Cleopatra unfurled herself to Caesar.
We both sit and then lay beside each other. I move like a snail to her shoulder.
I feel like I am in a baby pool about to drown from nerves.
She flicks back her shoulder brunette hair like Rita Hayworth.
The energy she releases tells me the time for talk is over."