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"I came up with the idea for this after my car broke down in Columbia, South Carolina. It was early on a Sunday morning, blazing hot, and I had just set out from Augusta, Georgia, hoping to make Miami by nightfall, when I broke down on the freeway. When I had the car towed to the mechanic, he told me it needed a new engine and would cost $8000 to repair. It was a '73 green Chevy Impala with a great deal of personal value, so I told him to fix it. Now, South Carolina's only known for two things...Strom Thurmond and the mini-bottle law, so I was planning on sticking to beer that day, but all the bars were closed. After an exhaustive search, I reluctantly stopped at a gas station to get a six-pack, a forty...something, anything. The first place I walked into had chains around the door-handles of the fridge-section. I asked the clerk why that was and he said it was state law: no alcohol could be sold on Sundays. I was shocked: it was like an episode of the Twilight Zone. No alcohol? None? For a whole day? Blue Laws. I had heard of them but always thought they were a myth, like snuff films or something. The theme from "Deliverance" started playing in my head..."
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