I am Dexter Gore, son to a potbellied-father, who is son to a one-eyed, tobacco-rollin carpenter who fished the outbreaks of North Carolina. I was born and raised in Aynor, South Carolina, a small town with two stop lights, a gas station, and a church just a piece up the road from the liquor store. I have moved and now live in Norfolk, Virginia. There is no sweet tea. There is no chicken bog or backbone and rice. And the people here don't say "Bless your heart," "Yes ma'am," and "No ma'am." They prefer, "I feel sorry for you." At least that's what people tell me when I share that I'm from South Carolina.
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