Quiet... Listen... There is a cry in the distance. A last scream of desperation. It's the sound of this generation. The sinners, the outcasts, the rejects, the addicts, and the alcoholics, they are all dying and they're reaching out for more. Tired of what the headlines tell them to do and who the tabloids tell them to be, and what the labels tell them to listen to, they march. In their rebellion they marched south, away from the stereotypes and away from all rules and regulations.