Friday nights at Coco de Ville. I call them blackout Fridays. It was my friend’s birthday and we had the corner table in front of that green painting of the androgynous chick. 3 bottles.  Towards the end of the night I’m heading toward blackoutville. Next thing I know, the whole club is smokey. People are freaking out and I’m just sitting on the couch railing, smoking a Marlboro light, when several people start pointing towards me. The manager ran toward me, “The couch is on fire.” I responded by singing, “We don’t need no water let the muthafucka burn!” The manager yells at me, pushes me aside and the bus boys rip apart the couch. They find a cigarette behind the couch. It was mine…HOLYHANGOVER