My car smells faintly of fishbait I've carried from fishing spot to fishing spot up and down the Grand Strand, and like the crumbs of a thousand Chick-fil-A biscuits ― jumpers that escaped immediate destruction only to touch down in the oblivion below. It smells like the residue of a thousand different farts mixed with leather, sweat, oil and cheap cologne.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
4 October 2010
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