Berlin, 8 a.m. The gig was fantastic ... so fantastic, in fact, that my friend Jaw and I stayed in the bar all night. OK, we went to a few different bars. But we're entitled! Yeah, the bar was still goin', the DJ still playing, when we walked out the door at 8 a.m. I love Berlin - it goes all night! Not bad for a Wednesday ...

We walk outta the bar. It's daylight, oh great. So then we go to a famous currywurst stand and grab a bite. Everyone's ordering coffee. Seems strange to us, but then again, we're wasted and it's 8 o'clock in the morning! We order two nasty-good currywursts, the kind that vegetarians have nightmares about. I realize that I've got a gin and tonic in one hand, and a currywurst in the other. At that moment, I remebered the guy behind the bar asking me if I wanted "one for the road!" Jaw said that I must be a writer, 'cuz I "took him LITERALLY ..." (I took the drink and glass with me.) Heh, heh, I said.

Then we were walking down the street (I'm wearing sunglasses) and now it's about 8:15 and the nice people are off to work. I spy a guy in a suit and tie, waiting for the tram, and he looks all nice and proper, and we exchange glances. We both smile, at the others' comic aspect. In fact, we both secretly wish to be each other just for one day ... but then we quickly come back to our senses.