Pop! Shatter!

Mississippi was hard on Lucas Hardy during the first decades of the twentieth century. Not that he deserved any special treatment in the deep south, because he was just like all of the rest of the white children and grandchildren of immigrants from DeSoto County on down to New Orleans. His father and grandfather before him were of Irish/English descent, just plain meat and potatoes folks who sought a better life in the Mississippi delta. Lucas just couldn't find much of a way to make a living, except brewing his moonshine, dubbed white lightning. For some, trading in illegal libations was enough to make a decent living, keep food on the table, and the roof over the head. But for someone like Lucas, it was much easier to loose track of profit, and cost, and the other things that a businessman had to keep track of. When you drink your main export, the loss of business sense usually comes before other senses, like the feeling in your face or just the sense of being conscious.