Anschul
Literotica Guru
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I don't know, but Here's my personal favorite...
I could give you a hundred dozen reasons. But the best reason is to take a visit, get a room somewhere on the outskirts of town, and watch the mountains greet the morning the next day.
Also, somewhere, up in those hills, are three buried bottles of shine that my dad and granddad brewed some forty years ago. Shine so good that my granddad couldn't stop drinking once he had a taste, and had to be tied to his horse afterwards to get him home. Shine so good that a knife fight started over what was left of that bottle. Shine so good that the old man couldn't remember where he buried it for safe keeping the next day.
My dad told me about those bottles some fifteen years ago. They're the family myth, the legacy, the quest. Probably long gone, and probably nasty even if they aren't, part of me still wants to take a shovel and hike out looking. Part of me wants to build a still and recapture that forbidden taste.
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I'm listening to a whole lotta Bo Diddley right now. Something appropriate about that.
I'm comin', with a shovel.


