Greaseball Jenkins DON'T TRUST YOUR OWN TWO EYES Honky-Tonk UFO Conspiracy Country Oddball Vinyl

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Before "Greaseball" Jenkins recorded the classics "Smoke A Turd In Hell" and "Leave Me The Hell Alone" , he had some other frustrations to get off his chest and he turned his tune-smithing to this task.
As a teenager, Greaseball had been hanging out with some no good buddies of his one night and saw something he would never forget and the memory and confusion would send him looking for answers that he was to never receive.
The summer after Greaseball and a few of his pals decided to drop out of high school with only 4 months remaining in their senior year, they found themselves bored and searching for entertainment. This "entertainment" ultimately came in the form of the gang stealing homemade booze, stray beers and huffing whatever substance they could soak old paper grocery sacks in that would "make my mind vibrate" as Greaseball recalls. Late one night after a long day and evening of partaking in "entertainment", Greaseball and his drop-out buddies were lying, semi-paralyzed from the effects of their activities outside one of the old barns on the abandoned property of a failed peanut farm that had shut down after the crunchy delights they harvested "started tastin' funny" and "makin' people's teeth turn purple". A little after midnight, strange lights started to appear above and around Greaseball and his friends. They let off a strange, eerie violet glow and were silent except for a hum that seemed to coarse through Greaseball's body as he lay frozen with fear on the ground. Suddenly he could hear voices in his head....they were telling him things he had never heard and about "the peanuts". Greaseball would never tell what the "voices" said about "the peanuts" and evidently these special messages were only communicated to Greaseball and none of his buddies, who had no recollection of the event the next day. Now...about the next day...
With the breaking of morning, Greaseball awoke half-clothed and lying in the middle of one of the fallow former peanut fields where he evidently had been making "dirt angels" in his sleep.....dozens of them. The morning dew soaked him and he noticed a slight purple hint to his clothes and skin....the same color the glowing objects made in his encounter only hours before. Greaseball knew then that it all had to be real.
Not long after that, the local sheriff and a couple deputies showed up due to a neighbor of an adjoining property reporting strange noises coming from the distance overnight (obviously more proof of Greaseball's experience). They found the boys in a sad state, with the tools of their "entertainment" scattered around the barn. And as they were questioning the lads, Greaseball stumbled into the scene, half-naked and covered in dirt, broken peanut shells and giving off a purple tint. He was raving about the "lights" and "the voices" and "the peanuts"....
After settling Greaseball down, the sheriff and his deputies gathered up the boys in their cars and took them back to their homes. Greaseball however was given a ride back to the department so he could "be observed" and could give "a statement" about his experience. Greaseball just knew he had important information that needed to be given to the proper authorities. He needed to talk to "the government". The sheriff, after discussing the situation with a few deputies outside the room, informed that he too thought his story deserved to be heard by someone of a "higher authority" in these situations and thankfully there was just one such person that happened to be "investigating" another case down at the county hospital that day and that he would have him come over to "evaluate" Greaseball's tale.
When the man arrived, he was wearing a long, white lab coat over a business suit and told Greaseball not to worry, he could trust him with his story and that he knew many people who had had "experiences" just like Greaseball. This made Grease feel a little more at ease and he proceeded to recount as best he could, the details of the event. The man asked him for certain details about the events leading up to the "encounter" and Greaseball didn't hide any of the facts. After about an hour had passed and Greaseball had told all he knew and answered all the man's questions, he was informed that "for his safety" he was going to go to a special hospital in the next county where people who had had similar things happen to them went to recover and that he would have all the soda pop and ice cream he could eat until he was cleared to go home. Sounded like a great idea to Greaseball and he was on his way to the "special" hospital within the hour.
Greaseball returned to town two weeks later and found people treating him a little different and "special...but not in a good special way"....