Huey Lewis has spent his most recent royalty check which he earned for his brief, yet poignant, appearance in the 1985 movie Back to the Future. Part of Lewis's movie contract stipulated .02% of all foreign VHS tape sales. The last check, for $11.65, was received by Lewis with shouts of glee and enthusiastic high-fives from his current roommates, Enrique, Gilberto, Francisco, Eduardo and Martin. The six men share a one room studio on the sixth floor in East LA. "Rent's cheap," says Huey Lewis, who burned his Rock-n-Roll fortune and fame on some of society's seedier offerings. "What day is this?" Huey asks his roommates, but they only answer back in nonsensical Spanish that has never been taught in any classroom. It's Wednesday, this reporter reminds him.

"Goddamn!" Huey shouts. "It's nickel Kami Night down at Snuffy's!" Without another word Huey grabs a baseball hat, and with royalty check in hand, he bolts out the door.

Once at the bar, Huey is denied service until Snuffy "sees the green." "And no more of those royalty checks either, Huey," Snuffy scowls, "I can't cash 'em." Deflated, Huey hurries to the check-cashing place next door and walks out 20 minutes later with $6.65 after paying the check-cashing fees. Back at the bar, Huey drinks 120 Kamikazes in two hours and staggers out, leaving 65 cents for Snuffy.

The next day, Huey wakes up with a ferocious hangover and his wallet is gone. He's missed a morning audition for a spokesperson gig his mom tried to turn him on to. But Huey doesn't want to "take some job my mother gets me."

Huey is angry. "I wrote 'Power of Love,' goddamnit! Somebody owes me somethin' for that." But yesterday's check is now gone, and all Huey can do is hope that some more people in places like Japan, Nepal, and China go out and purchase Back to the Future on videocassette. Hopefully before next Wednesday.

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