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Mid to late 1990s. Small southeastern college town. Hot summer night. Bar. Packed crowd. Haynes Boys are playing. They are the opening act. Not to thank for big audience. Cracker, alt. superstars and main attraction, are. Overheard as opening act performs: "Whaddya thank?" says young drunk guy No. 59 as he drinks and spills a 32-ounce plastic cup of Natural Light. "Uh, I don't know. They remind me of John Cougar Mellencamp or something," says hot, drunk and blonde girl No. 32 as she juggles her words, her Marlboro Lights and her bottle of Bud Light. She frowns and heads to the restroom. ...