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"Imagine the scene. America has finishd its last beers and gone home leaving the club awash with sticky floors and cigarette butts galore. The guy who sweeps up notices that the guitar on stage is still switched on - it's a Fender and it's looking great. Once upon a time, this guy had a dream to be someone. He was a real dude. Then time passed and his chance was gone forever. He slipped from Dude-ness into Gezerdom (a sad state of ciggies'n'beer & dreamlessness) .