Last Thursday night, I decided to go out to the Horseshoe and see my friend Scott's band, Fulton County Line (see links page)... I don't drive my car very often, but had moved it the day before for street cleaning... so I was very surprised when it cranked a few times and died. Decided to jump it and it ran for a minute, then sputtered and died. I'm not quite sure how I accomplished it, but I had run out of gas... so, I drove to the gas station, purchased a gas can, filled it up and drove back (another car, obviously). As I was starting to fiddle with the gas can, a guy drove up, rolled down the window and said: "I can back up and shine my lights on you so you can see." I smiled and said, "Thank you,.. but I'm okay." Just thought that was nice. They're not all assholes. Thanks, dude. Went to the Horseshoe and drank too much Lone Star. Check 'em out every Thursday...