~Drunk Trash Panda~ Ashland, Virginia — the hometown where I grew up — has had some characters, but nothing tops the raccoon that got drunk at the ABC store. Local rumor says he waddled in like he owned the place, sniffed the bourbon shelf, and tried to pay with stolen cat food. I just tied him out of deer hair, tiny liquor bottle in his paw and a look on his face that says “no regrets.” Lock up your snacks and hide the bourbon… our hometown troublemaker is now officially immortalized on a hook.