I tell ya, the club scene is like a prison-yard, everybody wants to scrap and throw their weight around. It's just a question of when the other guy is gonna throw down, or back down. Even the sound man came out from behind the board last night to shake my hand as I was tossin' back the Rheingolds at the bar. I guess it was all good last night. I even got another phone number, carefully slipped next to a name on the email list.
Life is good.
Oh yes, life is good.