The slow paced Red Neck Riviera has plenty of sugar white coast, splinter ridden beach bars, and exhausted Red Boxes at just about any intersection. Granted, I don’t know anywhere in the US where you can buy a house a mile from a beautiful beach for such an affordable rate. It’s thanks to the under-achieving leather skinned “Florabamans”, 30 Rock has coined “Crab Catchers,” that work twenty-five hours a week for a less than modest income solely to galvanize their skin cancer on their dingy with an 18 pack of Natty Lite. However, your money goes far, the people are welcoming, and you will feel retired at twenty-five. So accept your inner “hick”, learn to introduce yourself with “roll-tide,” plan to be slightly drunk at all times, lose your ambition, and go fishing!