In a martini bar in San Antonio listening to a kick ass cover band lead by a Stevie Nicks lookin’ chick with a badass set of lungs. Guy asks me to dance and of course I want to but as usual I say no and he can’t believe it cuz he knows I want to and I know I want to but I’ve said it already and I’m sticking to my guns as dumb as it is.
What is my problem.