Storytime...back in my really shady days, the kitchen crew were regulars at a local strip joint in Sacramento, and one night this one girl was trying to flirt and get as much cash out of me as possible. It was her turn to dance, and she asked my favorite artist, and at the time I was on a Rush kick, so I told her so. She proceeded to dance to Tom Sawyer, and completely lost her composure and timing at the instrumental breakdown, it was fucking hilarious