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Let the freak show begin. When I was a little kid, we moved to a small southern town. The small town was typical in that there were bars, churches, and hawthorn on nearly every street corner. Frequent drinking parties were the norm, and getting wasted was totally in vogue. My hard partying started around the 5th grade. My friends and I helped ourselves to the family intoxicants, and we developed a network of nasty dogs, who would purchase us booze for a fee.