tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24847601.post8332542173484274771..comments2024-01-11T04:26:33.475-05:00Comments on Drifting Through The Grift: This Means War!griftdrifthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509712527908530572noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24847601.post-22535381300258111192009-01-05T14:47:00.000-05:002009-01-05T14:47:00.000-05:00I predict that the next great southern fiction wri...I predict that the next great southern fiction writer will come out of Macon, GA. That place is one large basket case. I once paid good money, while visiting lovely Macon, GA, for what is quite possibly THE most hideous perfume ever created. Why? Because the delightfully psycho owner of the marvelously bizarre store selling said perfume told me such an outrageous tale about the origins of the aforementioned perfume (it's called "Seeds From The Countess Sonda" and it's made from wheat. Yes, wheat.) that I, naturally enough, had to own a bottle. I'd never dare to open the packaging for fear just one whiff of the odor would escape, but I keep it on my desk as a reminder that when I think I'm getting kinda flaky-southern-in-the-head I really have a long way to go - by Macon, GA standards.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com