I'm back. I finally have a few minutes to unleash my brain, which doesn't take much. Sometimes a person is so preoccupied with "crap", that you become a walking, talking...stiff. I saw a man standing on the street corner holding a sign that said "I need help". I thought to myself, what a position to be in. Then I thought, I need help...don't we all need help. This guy has no bills, no job to report to every day...no family, no friends, no purpose...no thanks. I can deal with the daily "crap", as long as I have my family and friends. In my opinion, the worst thing for a man on the streets would be the loneliness. His sign was right, he does need help. When you see someone like that on the street, do you look them in the eye? Do you do everything you can to avoid making any kind of contact? I generally ignore them. I have at times, made eye contact and said hello, and it makes you feel ok. Maybe that's a little "help" for them. I wonder how my wife would feel if brought one of these people home for dinner. I think taking them out to dinner would be better, I might have to try that sometime. And now, for something totally different... Last night a guy came in the Chesterfield and within minutes he has our sound tech on his back on the stage. So I end up dragging the guy out in a head lock. Crazy how the night can change, one minute you're having a cool time, and the next you're an all-star wrestler, then you're back to enjoying the night. That's the night for you. I think it is the unexpected change that I love about the night. You never know what is hiding under the darkness of night. Things aren't the same at night. The later it gets, or earlier, depending on how you look at it...the more things take on a new shape. I think Willie said it best, "the night life ain't no good life, but it's my life." I love the night!