On a beach side town I was sitting with a good friend from
back in the day when a shuttle drove rapidly through the streets. Soon after
many more followed behind it each one making a stop until one finally stopped
behind us with an older man yelling out who is ready to shoot and fight for our
town? Turns out saying yes would lead us on an unexpected plane ride across
town to a massive battle going on between our town and a neighboring city.
Riots over a recalled snack containing harmful bacteria broke out and caused
hysteria in the streets and started backlash between authorities and the
public. Everything turned deadly and now my friend and I were equipped with
rifles driving in a jeep shooting at protesters from local streets that we were
just peacefully on not even hours ago. Others yelling and driving erratically just as
we were causing chaos. Finally an announcement was brought to our radio that a
bomb, 30 minutes out, capable of destroying a 50-mile radius was to be dropped
via air 20 miles away. We rushed away and stopped at a local grocery store
where we pick up quick snacks as we made our risky drive away from the blast
zone. We drove and drove and finally a bright flash arose behind us and it was
then when we realized half our town was gone. With the left over snacks we had
we created something original, something that unlike the product that caused
all the madness on this day would not rot or get old. We got the inspiration to
make something that people would enjoy while celebrating and with this event we
formed the now famous Zin Sticks.
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