Last weekend was one of the best musical weekends in some time.  On Friday my buddy B-Dawg jumped on the CalTrain and headed up to the Red Devil Lounge to catch the Digital Underground show.  As often happens when he's in town (B-Dawg, not Humpty), Fortuna spins our wheels ever higher into the giddy realm of hijinx, riot and disorder.  The show was great, but that's besides the point -- at the end of the night B-Dawg noticed that the jacket that Humpty threw out into the audience was still on the edge of the stage.  It went unclaimed for several minutes (I guess gals these days don't go nuts over his discarded clothing like they used to) so we enacted squatters' rights, grabbed the jacket and bolted.  The best part is that it was autographed by Humpty himself!  Check it:

Us rockin' it with Humpty (a.k.a. Shock G)!

As a side note, Brendan started the night by drinking 24 ounces of Bud Light Clamato Chelada on a dare.  As I expected, he found it far worse tasting than he even imagined, despite my pointed warnings that this foul red clammy substance does indeed back up the hype. :^)

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