Aaaaand, I've seen two folks I know in those videos.
Everyday I sit in endless, asinine traffic on 74, I silently imagine some foreign military carpet bombing from Belmont to Bessemer City, Alexis to Mount Holly.
My earliest memory of Gaston Co was when my mother stopped at the medical records office when I was 6 or 7 years old. She locked the doors and told me to wait in the car, where I watched one man brain another man on the sidewalk with a large piece of pipe while she was gone for 10 minutes.
They also gave us the lead singer of Limp Bizkit.