"The convenience of living in this modern world" he said to Ethel as he sat by the window overlooking the beach, "we don't have to go out and look for them signs no more, there goes another one." Jimbo was talking about one of those long banners trailing behind an airplane as it flew by their hotel. It was advertising a sale at the Eagles Beach Shop. There must be a thousand of those shops in Myrtle Beach. They advertise that they are selling t-shirts with "My Mama went to Myrtle Beach and this is all she brung me!!!" printed on them for $4.99. When you go in the shop looking for it, they say "you see that lady walking out the door? Well, she got the last one, but we got this one for $12.00. How many you want?" But Ethel wasn't paying Jimbo no mind, cause she knew they had some killin' to do.
If I was going to write a book, that would be the first paragraph. Living in Myrtle Beach is a mixed bag. I can look out at the beach and see families having fun and playing in the water, but when I read the paper it tells about a different side of Myrtle Beach. It tells about the corrupt politicians and the ongoing battle between the people who ride motorcycles and those that don't. Then there's the crime. I don't know if there is statistically a lot of crime here or if that's all the Sun News can find to write about. The people who comment on the stories in the online version of the paper call it "Murder Beach". But maybe their perspective is jaded because there sure are a lot of tourists here. Or maybe the tourists just don't read the paper.
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