I only had it once when I spent a summer in a fly-speck-on-the-map type town called Snow Camp, NC (about 25 miles from Chapel Hill). One of the locals was a guy named "Creek Monster" who had a beat-up old truck. The only thing of value on the truck was the hand-painted bug protector which read "Creek Monster" on it. He was as red-necked as they come.
Anyway, Creek Monster had a still on his farm and he invited the entire cast and crew over to his place near the end of the summer and he busted out the 'shine. It led to the worst Sunday morning of my life and I grew up going to the Catholic church.
CATHOLICS FTMFW!!!
haha creek monster that's awesome. and rednecks are fine by me ... met as many cool ones as shady ones over the years.
