I pulled into a town I couldn’t believe still existed in the eighties. A dusty, dirt road, a little old wooden store that actually said “General Store”, and that was it. There was a little old man sitting in front of the store in a rocking chair… I said to him, “What do you folks do around here for entertainment?” He said, “We don’t do nothin’ but hunt n’ fcuk.” I said, “What do you hunt?” He replied, “Somethin’to fcuk.”