In the thick, hot Southern night, people walk by the wigs on their way to the Package Store, eager to forget life. The wigs say the same thing. Whomever you are, whatever you were born with, we can change. We can make you somebody else. Take you somewhere else. The wigs and the whiskey all want to do the same thing. Transform your world. Of course, when you take the wig off and sober up, you will still be the same person. And you'll have the same exact problems. Maybe for awhile, you can pretend that the world will accept a drunken person with shiny fake hair.

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