My story is about my home girl and happened over 20 years ago. She used to like to drag me around the bars in Asbury Park, NJ where Springstein played before making it big. I remember one night, she got really drunk at The Stone Pony. And, unfortunately, she met some guys she wanted to go to breakfast with. So, we met them at "Pat's Diner" -- the area hangout for after a night at the bars. Well, to make a long story short, the three guys made so much trouble, they were kicked out of the diner. June cried and cried and was blaming me. Then, she put her head done on the table. As I was consoling her, rubbing her back and talking to her for about fifteen minutes, I thought she was giving me the silent treatment. I was about to get up and go outside for some air when I heard what sounded like snoring. I looked back at June and realized she had fallen asleep in mid tear. Now, that was embarrassing.