By By Bruce Feldman

Tuesday, January 7, 2003

Just when you think you're totally lost, that you must have missed a turn or misread the directions or stumbled upon the wrong Days Inn, there's a sign: a weathered hearse, lurking at the edge of the half-empty parking lot. Your second clue is the pair of men lingering near the motel's side entrance, puffing cigarettes. The gangly one stands 6'4", with long, curly brown hair, a beak nose and Coke-bottle lenses. He's decked out in full combat fatigues and army boots. (Think Howard Stern as G.I.) ...

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