Then, suddenly, band is back on and I hear the early beats of my song and I totally lose it, jumping around like a maniac pothead drunk homeless person. I am so happy. I think I died for a second. Next thing I know I’m eating a fish taco at Pinche across the street from my house. Next thing I know after that is I’m stumbling to work without showering and I probably smell like a jamaican rasta hitchhiker who ate salsa for breakfast.