After High School, I took a job working for an auto parts chain called Sturtevants, long gone now, but my boss was a cajun Arkansas Razorback from the backwoods. After returning from a trip visiting his kinfolk back home, he returned with a jug of his family's homemade squeezin's, and after egging me to, I took a sip. My socks rolled up and down, my breath left my lungs, my eyes teared up. I lived to tell the story, but never again, It was just pure rocket fuel......made Everclear taste like a soft drink....
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