Hours until twilight and I've already swept out the tent, rearranged the cheaper items and classified the expensive stuff as either: earthly, airborne or of-the-water. Here at Benito's we like to think about what we have to offer and what variety of value it concerns. Wouldn't want to find ourselves in a situation that could compromise the whole Golden Mean.

While out wearing a glammied-up, middle-ninties Joan Jett t-shirt, I was approached by a stranger wanting to know if it was Steve Stevens.

"No, It's Joan Jet."

"Oh." pause. "I was hoping it was Steve Stevens. He's my favorite Jew."

Like a sit-com written by my brain, life was pitching one-liners and I just stood back and watched the show.