Corporate takeover. Gentrification. Big box stores pushing out the mom and pop joints we all loved as kids. I’m a firm believer in supporting your local, independent place of retail. This is the basis of Slaughterhouse. Lester Bacon and his sons just want to hold on to their pig farm/slaughterhouse. And they’ll go to any means to do so. If you look at it that way, Lester and Buddy are the good guys.
I did a Google search of “Lester Bacon” to try and drum up something for this post. You know what I got?
Lester’s Fixins Bacon Soda is an actual thing. I’m one to taste anything once, but I would reach for the cobra heart before reaching for bacon-flavored pop. Don’t get me wrong, I love bacon as much as the next person, but sometimes we take our obsessions (read: fads) too far. And if you’re really adventurous, head on over to Amazon and get you a six pack of veritable fizzy ass juice.
Oh, and if you just LOVE Slaughterhouse, head on over to Vinegar Syndrome and pick up the Blu-ray/DVD combo, loaded with tons of extra features.
Spook du jour 