When life gets rough and shit gets you down, don’t get mad. Get your loved ones, put them in a circle, pass around a jug of homemade alcohol and listen to some fuckin’ fiddle music. You can’t stay mad when you’re lit up on grain alcohol and there is a fiddle playing. You can try to be pissed off, but your toe’s gonna start tapping in spite of yourself.

K. Trevor Wilson, “East Coast Winter”