Rock and his first cousin Bill, Crutch's twin brother, parked in front of a small lakefront church. It was a typical late summer morning in Arkansas—hazy, humid, and hot. They got out and placed bottles of liquor, buckets of ice, and a large beaker filled with a watery, dark blue mixer on the car's hood. Their impromptu bar faced the church, which stood a hundred feet away, in woods not far from town.
Rock began to mix drinks and noticed four men walk from the building. They were each dressed head-to-toe in black. Their outfits included cylindrical hats from which hung mesh veils, and they began to walk toward the car. Bill was no longer present, and Rock watched the men approach. As they moved closer, he could see their faces were cloaked by scowls that seemed to reflect ominously evil intent. When they reached arm's length, he feared they would kill him. Sudden and utter panic demanded he seek a different state of consciousness.
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