Ex-military, ex-athletes, ex-boyfriends, ex-convicts, ex-dishwashers – we’ve done it all. Somewhere along the line, we all wound up in a town that's an ex-capital. 

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We were thirsty. We needed a place to fish. A garage to play in. A community that would have us.

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We could have called ourselves TSTY FRZ or Near Death Seth or the Von Pfisters or Blind Cavefish or Teeth of Suarez or The Last Dying Breath of Henry Ford.

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But we didn't. All we had to do was look around - we are the Ex Capitals.