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Meckles' Moonshine

It's been a long few years for Meckles: his house nearly burned down, he was shot in the stomach after a night of gambling, and his still was broken up by the sheriff. But Meckles is pleased to announce that his still is now up and running again, and Meckles will resume his delivery schedule in November.

A Tradition of Mediocrity

Meckles makes his special brand of moonshine in the tradition of his family going back three generations. Meckles' moonshine tastes like turpentine and burns all the way down! It is made out of home-grown potatoes and other junk he finds out in the woods and mixed with antifreeze to make it ferment twice as fast as that moonshine that sits around for a whole week.

Meckles' musical training comes from pounding on stuff and flinging things into a barrel in a shack over by Genesee Park. He invents many of his own instruments, and is particularly fond of the sound of breaking glass, power tools and his own gastric accidents.

Meckles has a unique set of circumstances surrounding his digestive tract, a disorder of the small intestine, Meckle's diverticulitis, which is a congenital sac sometimes found in the lower portion of the ileum. Sometimes it is continued to the umbilicus as a cord forming a fistulous opening at the umbilicus. Strangulation may occur in the small intestine. Below is a picture of the Mongolian patron spirit of Meckle's diverticulum.

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