if you ve ever sipped guinness through a cigarette filter or unwittingly tailored your style after the war footing of your nation s leaders or wore fatigues in a civilian s way or fit a hummer through the narrower streets downtown seeking parking on a friday night getting lodged in the metal wake then that s you but if you can dance like i do with no grid or arthur something numbered footprints if you can walk right out the bike gate of the mcarthur bart like parting leaves to make a path and don t look back or feel bad or speed up when they call after you then we share a foam fist in the nose bleeds at the freaking circus if you ve ever sipped guinness through a cigarette filter or wore fatigues in a civilian s way if you ve got a chain around your license plate or cosmetic gold teeth i don t know you if you wear first hand clothes and get your hair cut by somebody you don t know i m below you