I'm meeting my friend stephanie for dinner tonight. When we were in college we followed a band called White Boy James and the Blues Express around long beach. White Boy James would get drunk at the shows and throw empty gin glasses at the fans and get in fist fights. We're shown here hiding under the table as we always did. Hopefully, 15 years later... at a nice restaurant with fancy people, we will stay above the table. Perhaps tho, in memory of white boy, i'll get in a street fight.