Man, this is so true. My mother was born and raised in Lumberton, and my grandmother still lives there now. When I go and see her, both her and my aunty will talk of the city, what’s going on, and our history within the city. I’m related to a lot of folks there, as there’s even a section in the city named after my mother’s maiden name; Gavintown. She’s definitely told me a story or 2 about supposed fam members doing each other harm.
That alcoholic shyt true as well. My cousin was a prominent judge in the city for the longest. Man, he’d drink anyone under the table. Never forget being up there, and he come stumbling in the house with a mason jar full of what smelled and seemed like pure rubbing alcohol. Surprised he ain’t end up blind off that shyt