a few years ago I was at a Femi Kuti show with a friend who is a good dood but possessed of poor judgement, and to my surprise as the show was getting under way he whipped out a spleef of monstrous proportions and a zippo lighter. No sooner had he sparked up the zippo that staph descended upon him seemingly from out of nowhere, and had escorted him briskly to the door, leaving me to watch the show with only his seethingly hot date for company.