A mysterious playground of the rich centered around a old Indian stone structure in Chawville Oklahoma. Often referred to as the bohemian grove of the South. There is a Oklahoma urban legend about the existence of strange goat-men in the woods around Chawville. A town also known for it's main street drag races as part of a local holiday. The winner of the race is welcomed like a god by the crowd, but the losers brings weapons in they're hot rods such as baseball bats and lawn shears. They attack and kill the winner, who fights back as best as he can. Actually this is a holiday so old that they used to race like that on horse back and kill the winning horse as well. No one knows for sure if this is originally a native American or a European ritual. The folk there and in the general area have a vice of chewing this local swamp root. It is supposed to taste like blackened banana with a hint of strychnine. It packs quite a kick, a meth like rush that lasts for forty five minutes followed by a hour and a half of lethargy and blurred vision.
"Fucking Jesus! I went to Chawville to try and score some of that swamp root I've heard about. I'm glad the sacrificial race was on. I'm not sure I would have got out of there alive. The craziest acting aggressive dickish people I have ever had the distaste to cross paths with. I drove out of there in a hurry checking my rear view with palpitating unease", Andrew McFing interview for Going Stoned Magazine July 6th 2005.