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Yesterday was fairly uneventful except for my wait at the bus stop going home. I was cornered by a VERY drunk and HIGHLY toothless old man who asked me how my "old lady" was and if I was "drilling for oil" with her. He then proceeded to start screaming at some dealers and calling them crackheads after they were very audibly discussing the fact that I must be an undercover cop and the old drunk was my informant. And they were being dead serious. I felt all 21 Jump Street, but not in high school. You get the idea.
Friday was playing records at The Tube. It's every other Friday at the moment, but Chaz and I are discussing just hijacking the alternate Friday from the other DJ and making it a weekly for us. Great night as well. Place was packed and people were dancing everywhere.
Friday was playing records at The Tube. It's every other Friday at the moment, but Chaz and I are discussing just hijacking the alternate Friday from the other DJ and making it a weekly for us. Great night as well. Place was packed and people were dancing everywhere.