Okay, I'm trying to slip into the demented mindset of a fiddy dolla crack whore, but why would I bother downloading the pictures from my camera to a place that you admit you were too chickenshit to go to? What exactly would that prove? That I was there? I'll be there again tonight, and then over to Katakomb later. Plenty of black folks at both spots, so you'll have to grab my sleeve because, y'know, you all look like Todd Bridges to me.