I joined Cab Calloway's band, and I'm playing. The dressing room. They traveled my first class by train, and I'm in a train on a Pullman. You travel by Pullman. You sleep on . . . Nobody wants to go in the upper berth, because you got to climb up there to get in there. All the old timers, they got the main berths on the bottom, closest to the door, closest to the men's room. Some cat have weak bladders and have to get up at night and all that expletive deleted]. You play. Now I come. I'm . . . This boy . . . What the hell's his name? He had been in the band way back. The remnants of the band had them choice seats, them choice berths. You know what a berth is?