Straight outta the trailer park behind that Wall-Mart, y'all

Stories like this make me proud to be from upstate New York. I can only hope that, should I ever get my skull cracked by a 40-ounce bottle of Steel Reserve, I'll have a friend there to administer first aid. On the bright side, I am not related to anyone in that story, which is more surprising than one would think.

Thanks for the link, Zach!