Sweet Meat Country - Rude Beginnings (semi-clean version)
Welcome to Sweet Meat Country.
At age 30, Maximillian Speed returned to Sweet Meat Country after a decade in California, only to find the town plunged into utter despair. In the grips of drug addiction, poverty, and sexual deviance, the town was at the mercy of the cruel Supreme Raheem a/k/a Slick the Snake Oil Pimp. More
Note: This is the 'Clean Version'. Parental Guidance Suggested. Language, Sexuality, Drug Use.
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction.
At age 30, Maximillian Speed returned to Sweet Meat Country after a decade in California, only to find the town plunged into utter despair. In the grips of drug addiction, poverty, and sexual deviance, the town was at the mercy of the cruel Supreme Raheem a/k/a Slick the Snake Oil Pimp.
After a gut-wrenching discovery on the outskirts of town, Maximillian Speed can’t take it anymore. He realizes that he must fight this Supreme Raheem Pimp character. Max returns to his one true love, the liquor bottle, forcing his young pregnant wife to take the sidecar. He sets out on his Harley Davidson WLA motorcycle to extract some sweet cold revenge from a dirty old preacher he’s known since he was a kid growing up in Sweet Meat Country.
After a run-in with Sheriff Porklemeister out on Hydraulics Road, Max realizes that he has far bigger problems now than just a two-bit snake oil pimp. Ever since that botched stickup job at the 7-Eleven out in San Francisco where shot that security guard, he’s been running from Johnny Law. Literally, the long arm of the law; figuratively speaking too, since he was also running from a guy name Jonathan Law, a lawyer who was trying to sue him for some bogus claim of child support. It was something that Maximillian didn’t know anything about. He had never seen that baby in his life, anyway, it looked like it was half oriental.
Seeking revenge full-throttle against the mean pimp, Supreme Raheem, Max encounters resistance in cooperation from the town residents of Sweet Meat Country. He must prove himself and show them all how capable of laying down the code he is. He is determined to take down this slick pimp by any means necessary to restore peace and justice in Sweet Meat Country.
So it was that the Sweet Meat Country Motorcycle Club was founded, circa 1972. They called it SMC/MC for short; but there was nothing short about it.
So sit back and crack open a cold one, because what you’re about to experience might make you laugh hysterically; but then again, it might just make you cry miserably.