Feel Free to Skip This Post III

It’s one of those crazy nights you have when you’re 22 or 23.

You and your best friend RJ are drinking straight from a gallon jug of Carlo Rossi Hearty Burgundy, and watching the Tom Waits video, “Big Time.” The two of you are dating roommates, two college girls without much sense, except for fun. By the time you get to the part where Waits is playing a strip club barker and snarls, “We got seven X’s