Among the sentences my teenage self could never have imagined he’d one day go on to say: “Boy, Nelly’s moonshine sure is delicious!”
Granted, that’s partly because I didn’t have a drink until I was in college, but also because, well, while the idea of celebrities getting into the booze business probably wouldn’t have seen that hard to believe back in the early Aughts — and certainly wouldn’t have seemed odd for Nelly, not when “Hot in Herre” was forcing its way into every teenager’s brain at every high school dance — the idea of famous people promoting moonshine wouldn’t have computed. It’s moonshine, after all, young Will would have said; the whole point is that it’s off-label, homebrew, sell-to-friends-and-outrun-the-cops outlaw shit. Right?