BUCKETS & BUCKETS of BLOOD!

Great and dangerous dive bars need a name to warn off the weak and skittish. In run-down hollers and seedier parts of best-forgotten neighborhoods in America The Bloody Bucket was a stern enough warning to keep out the respectable classes. For a few years following World War II Potosi had its own Bloody Bucket. “It was this really wild, hell-raisin’ place ... right on the outskirts of the town. All the World War Two veterans came home to raise hell, and fight and fuck, and do all that stuff, and it became legendary.” Hück grew up on mythic tales of The Bucket’s debauched, but short, existence and paid homage to it by pinning its name to his second major work. - excerpt from the Book “The Devil Is In The Details” published by Fine Print Small Press 2022