In the New Jersey suburb of Chattanooga, there is a band who has taken the torch of Bruce Sprinsteen, dropped that torch in beer, it got scuffed by using as a muffler; they went on a bender with it, drank from it like a chalice, and then they duct taped that torch to the front of their van like a unicorn horn, but it drooped like a wang the further they toured from home.