“Of course he married his cousin! I dated one of my Swaggart cousins! Look around this town. Ain’t nobody around for miles worth dating we ain’t kin to!” — one of the Killer’s nieces, to me, a couple of years ago, over beers and crawfish on a sunny spring afternoon in the courtyard of the combo Killer’s sister’s home / museum / shrine / drive-thru liquor store in Ferriday Louisiana.
Y’all, if I’d stuck around I am pretty sure I could have tapped that right there in the shrine lol…it’s surreal in there. That neice apparently crashes in one of the bedrooms. There were half drunk bottles of liquor all over the place — some in the living area and others unprotected in the displays: if you want to take a swig from a bottle presented to JLL by Paul McCartney back in ‘71, there’s nobody or nothing stopping you. I had the place to myself for well over an hour.
A destination truly worthy of the man.