Driving with the family. Morrissey on the iPod.

I tell my wife for the 100th time about the time I was up front at the Palladium and he reached out to the audience and our fingers almost touched.

Her: Did he look at you?
Me: Yes.
Her: What do you think he thought when he saw you?
Me: He probably thought, “What a handsome boy.”
Her: No, he probably thought, “What’s this white boy doing in this sea of Mexicans.”

She was probably closer to the truth than I was.