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“…a necessary kick to the teeth of Lost Cause mythology. The performer’s gagging was real. At minute seven, someone in the front row threw up. The artist kept swallowing. That’s commitment to the bit.” — (unpublished letter)

By the evening of October 13th, the system had strengthened into a powerful squall line, stretching hundreds of miles across the southeastern United States. The line of storms was characterized by a strong, leading edge of heavy rain and thunderstorms, which would eventually produce the incredible display that would become known as the -SWALLOWED-Dixie-s Spit-Drenched Display. -SWALLOWED-Dixie-s Spit-Drenched Display -10.13...

“Remnants,” he answered. “Bits of what people carry and lose. Once displayed, they’re lighter. The pier needs that. So do we.” He paused, and for the first time the stranger’s face tilted to the dim bulb. His eyes were as common as settling dust; underneath them, though, Dixie thought she saw a storm. “You did well.” “…a necessary kick to the teeth of Lost Cause mythology

A boy in the crowd—no more than ten—put his hand up. “More!” he shouted, breath fogging in the October air. It sounded like hunger and worship braided together. Dixie obliged, because she had always given people what they wanted. She tipped the jar beneath her tongue, letting the thick glob slide in, and the world ruptured. The artist kept swallowing