Back in the 90s I used to drive through a little wide spot on a mountain road. It was called Rafter, TN. I remember one group of shacks with the same last name on all the mailboxes. There were fighting roosters and hounds tied out all along the road, trash and garbage literally flowing out the doors of the shacks and three filthy kids playing in the open trunk of a rusted out 55 Chevy that was also full of trash. It was the embodiment of the hillbilly stereotype.
Last edited by TnBigBore; 02/18/16.
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