Smile to myself and briefly touches cheek as Spunky wiggles out. Reach over and pour myself a mug of black coffee. Taking my wallet from my pocket I extract a few dollars and lay them on the counter. Looking around I spot Matsi in the corner and raise my mug in a silent toast. Then thinking the better of it, I grab my bass and head over to Matsi. Balancing on standing instrument I sip y coffee and ask, "Are you a watcher or a player?"