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(Somewhere in a sun scorched field in parts unknown, inside a mosquito ridden tent Dollar Store fans swing to and fro lending little relief from the thick humid heat, the blood warm trunk beer is wearing off or maybe kicking in, either way you need more…The preacher mounts the stage like a bull on mescaline, he want’s your soul, but more than anything he needs your money…)

Now looky here! Gather round wonderers, seekers, drunks, freaks, junkyard howlers, down and outs, devils, and music lovers! Come close, we come in peace and bring the good news! This friends is a Liquor Hole exorcism! We’re purging the evil that abounds! Rebuking thee that don’t love thy neighbor. Come on in the water is fine and savor the cocktail of love. Drink from the horn of eternal knowledge! It’ll make you smarter than ten years of college, stronger, taller, your eyeballs will see farther, and your hair will grow longer!

It’s a promise worth the paper it’s written on that you can take to the bank! By nature the person next to you is your brother or sister. Don’t let the man tell you different. This is a Liquor Hole exorcism!