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For a while, I sold booze. (Hang on for this one: You have to get to the end for it to make any sense.)
Now, don't get excited. I wasn't a moonshiner, though I've more than once fantasized about rocketing through the back roads of Alabama in a souped-up 1970 Chevelle SS 396, with the revenuers in hot pursuit. Read More



