|| By WILL FOLKS || Remember that weak, whiny-ass post I put up last week?
You know, this one?
LOLz. I take it back. All of it. After less than 24 hours recharging on Pawleys Island, S.C., all that introspective moodiness is long gone … and I’m officially ready to drink down every drop of Haterade in the world.
And probably some other worlds, too …
Don’t get me wrong: I’m still going to spend each day over the next two weeks soaking up every bit of relaxation this incredible, “arrogantly shabby” island has to offer – but this place’s soft breezes, cool waters and warm sunshine have already done the trick.
I haven’t even been here a full day and I already feel like $1 million.
Oh, and that reminds me (for those of you who were worried I’d write a post without referencing “core functions of government”): These South Carolina beaches sell themselves.
We don’t need to keep spending tax dollars to promote this …
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