Saturday is Carolina Day.

1. I've been to North Charleston and it is a terrilbe, terrible place. A haven of the trashiest strip malls amongst sketchy residential areas. Except for the one cute hipster street with a gourmet pizza place that I would go back to.

2. On my way back from North Charleston, I discovered why this city smells: There is a paper mill on the Cooper River. It is big and unsettlingly industrial. Passing it as I drove by on a bridge, I couldn't help but feel almost as if I was in Upton Sinclair's The Jungle. Though it may be extreme to compare a paper mill to slaughterhouses and other factories. Charleston constantly smells like minty diapers and it is disgusting. It ruins the charm.

3. Onion bagels do not exist here. Seriously. Not at the Harris Teeter I've been frequenting. Not in its bread section. Not in its frozen section. Not even in the store's fresh-baked bagel section. What the fuck. I had to get everything bagels instead.

4. It has been raining terribly lately. The streets are like driving through Venice.





Reminds me of Florida summer.