Juliette Lewis in concert. Now she just looks like the sort of insane person you routinely see wandering the sidewalk. I feel like Juliette may grab me and start telling me about the microchip the government implanted in her brain to make her forget the secret location of the Nazi gold they've been hiding since the '40s. "I've got the key stashed in my rectum. If I can just get the chip removed, I'll remember where the gold is. My brother's a ninja and he says he'll help me get it. All I need is the money to rent a boat."
