(You walk right next to a bar at night time and see James playing the guitar in his band, you think he is really good but decide to move on and go home. A few minutes later outside your house you see the same guy wielding the guitar on his back whipping out a cigarette. While preparing to light another cigar, he stares at you)

"Hey kid, it's getting late. Go home."

(This is your next door neighbour, you don't know that much about him, other than the fact he always smells like booze and cigars)