I spent the last two summers in the pan handle of Nebraska working for the forest service. A little town of about 5000, real cowboys and indians shit. Literally, the Pine Ridge rez wasn't far away. Anyway, I liked going into the "cool guy" bar, and play a bunch of sludgy doom metal for all the hicks, then sit, sipping my beer watching them get pissed. I'd throw in some George Jones here and there, just to toss them a bone.