Here’s something about being a DJ that blows massive chunks. You have to carry that bullshit. Up and down stairs. And then back the fuck again. No matter the weather. But as I see it, come hell or high water, if there’s a party going on, you should consider it your duty to represent.
Here’s something about being a DJ that rules. You get to watch people forget everything that blows massive chunks.
It’s a rarity in life. And it’s ten kinds of lovely. And if you’re really lucky, you also get to fall in love…at least a little bit.
Remind me again what it is that’s so hard about anything?
On my very best days I forget to give a shit. Song 122.
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