When I was 19 I took a trip to Putnam county in northern Missouri to stay with some buddies at a friends lake house. It was a very rural and depressing place with it's only nice feature being Lake Thunderhead. The lake was just a few miles from the only town for miles Unionville. Unionville was a small rundown town with a convenience store and a local grocery store. My friends and I thought it would be fun to go mess around in town and look for young women to hit on. Except there wasn't any women, just cocky, small town teenagers. So we shot the sh#t with these kids until we started to get the memo that they didn't like us very much. So we left "Steve's Grocery and Fireworks" and started to head back to the lake. On the way back we cross paths at an intersection with the hicks from the grocery store. We are stopped at a 4 way and they are flying in their little honda civic. They decide to blow through the stop sign, pull their e-brake, and turn and smash into the back end of my poor 96 chevy corsica. 5 people hop out of their tiny car and my two buddies and I hop out of mine. As soon as we got out it was an instant brawl. They kicked our a$$. My one friend ended up with his giant nose completely broken sideways, and my other friend had two black eyes, while I don't think I got hit once. Long story short cops show up ask if we want to press charges, we decline, car has minimal damage, shake hands with the dbags and then we all went home. All in all I hate the state of Missouri and hope I never have to go back to that place.