Hey guys! Gonna keep it short and sweet tonight because it’s fucking 4am. I don’t know about you all but daylight savings time may or may not have fucked me up a little. That mixed with my perfectionist ways have me up way too late considering I’m on daddy duty in the mornings. But it’s all worth it for the next installment of the tale.
Now we see what Angel does in his routine to utilize his gift to some degree. He actually gets to perform as a DJ at New Terminus’ hottest club… Well almost. Personally when I do go out I never get there on time, because I already know I’m not going to stay long (got shit to draw son). So to get a proper gauge of the party, I go during peak hours. But the party, I’ll assume, has a start time, and that start time is to try to get the party started to some degree, or just welcome those few people who enjoy being punctual.
This is the shift young Angel is on so he doesn’t get much recognition yet as he is pulled before shit really gets popping. But our guy is no idiot. He knows that if he can play some of his mixes here then there is a good chance that the right people could hear, so for now, he plays his role and tries not to get fired (look at him giving a shit). But not everyone seems to give a fuck about this set list he’s looping. Is Angel gonna have to Wayne Brady someone? Guess we’ll have to see Thursday.
zzzzzzzzzzzz, oh my bad dozed off. See you guys then,
PS (post script to all my faithful readers): I actually wrote “sniff” coke at first. I was told you “snort” it and I swear I was glad I didn’t make that mess up (tho I’m telling you all now so it kinda still counts. Shit). I want this all to be as authentic as possible so if you ever see me mess up anything be sure to tell me. While it’s a fictional world, some things are gonna be true regardless so don’t be mum. Comment, like, repost, share. I loves that shit. Now forreal, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…