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fuckin' florida - the redneck riviera rolls like the santa ana. hot winds of hell. lizards move best in that kind of air - as one would expect. i couldn't breathe that far south, even as a young man. i smuggled possessed's first album *seven churches* across state lines to dull the ache of a family outing. i don't care if i ever see them again. when i was in gulf breeze. you could scoop up the air up with a spoon. it was a different world. i was slightly too young to enjoy the racier bits, and under adult supervision. heathers were a dime a dozen, fucking gently with their chainsaws. red hot. cruel summer.