A Shotgun and Two Jugs of Moonshine

On my 61th birthday I bought a shotgun with enough rounds to clear the streets of New York. Things were getting bad. If I didn't get out of the city now, I was never getting out of here. Thankfully I have two plastic jugs on moonshine. They would help get me close to the Mississippi. After that I was on my own." The draw of the brokehead on the other side of the Hudson was enough to confirm, "If I can make it to here, I can make it to anywhere." There are no cars. There are no planes. My feet will get to the Pacific. From there I'll get home somehow. In moonshine, more truth.