With a nail gun while wearing my tool belt.

I used to frequent this hot nite club, years ago. The sounds were predominantly black, like funky soul, reggae, & some real smooth jazz on Sundays. The crowd too, was mainly black, a carefree very hip bunch.
One guy I'll never forget, a friend of a friend so to speak...
A Jamaican, as was his girl. He really lost it with her. "Woman," he growled, "if toonite you no geev me waaht ah crave...ah gonna nail ya head to tha wahrd robe!"
