DESERVED!?

Hello Folks! My Name is Biggin!

What follows are the adventures of my friends and me as we navigate through our formidable years in Appalachia. We had a blast, not knowing how deprived we were, not having a phone attached to our hands. Somehow we were able to meet up for fun without a pre-planned schedule. We actually went outside!
These were the days of endless summers, adventurous winters, and all the goof-ups along the way. These were our formative years. The years that would mess up our lives with age. Who cared back then? We lived for the moment, not the muscle aches of our future old selves.
We had no thought of the consequences of pissing away our youth with drugs and copious amounts of alcohol. This book is an unfiltered collection of craziness in the days that we were still allowed to be.
A time of innocence. Ha! Who am I kidding? Not a one of us could truly claim innocence. Yet, none of us would ever go out of his way to harm someone. It was good to keep the notion on the table.
We stayed focused on music, fishing, and other assorted shenanigans. The only real harm we caused was to ourselves and our own property. Well, for the most part.
Through all of the fun and craziness, we all remained one thing: productive.
There was no calling off work because you partied all night. Hell, there was no calling off work if you lost an arm. Had a manager once tell me the only way he would accept a call off was if I was dead. He added that I would have to bring the death certificate to him.
We were productive in helping our parents, siblings, and friends with whatever they needed done. We would never hesitate to help a neighbor in need. Hell, we’d stop on the highway to change a stranger’s tire and not even take money if offered. We might have been rowdy, but we were all raised right.
We roofed houses and built walkways, porches, and other structures without a YouTube tutorial. We worked on our own beat-up vehicles without a master’s degree in computer programming. Of course, that was when you could work on your own vehicle.
The point being, we were all very productive members of our society. We paid taxes, followed the rules, well, most of them, and held down jobs with pride. We all had that in common.
The other thing we all shared was the love of Mother Nature’s most joyful bounty: marijuana. Some drank, some dallied with other substances, but we all enjoyed the green. Most still do.
Join Biggin and his merry band of Hillbilly’s as we take you on our Appalachian adventures.