I was born and raised in sunny Southern California, betwixt the glitz and glamour of Hollywood and the blistering desert oasis known as Palm Springs.
At the ripe old age of 25, I relocated to the right coast (Greenville, South Carolina, to be precise) in order to fulfill a boyhood dream of affecting a twangy southern drawl.
Unable to realize my dream, I ventured deeper south to a quaint little town called Lawrenceville which is located just north of Atlanta, Georgia.
Sidebar! In 1978, Larry Flynt, porn publisher extraordinaire and demigod to the average teen male, was shot on the steps of a courthouse while on trial for obscenity charges. That courthouse was and is located in Lawrenceville, Georgia. Each year thousands of pimply-faced, hormone-engulfed well-wishers gather on the steps of this courthouse to light candles and discuss their favorite Beaver Hunt photograph. (mine appeared in the September, 1993 issue)
As for my accent, it is developing nicely. To the untrained ear, it will likely go undetected, so in an effort to sound more "Southern", phrases such as "over yonder", "ah reckon", and "you sure do have a purdy mouth" will be randomly inserted into conversational banter.
Nice to meet y'all.
