Shared a table with an interesting guy on the way home tonight. A quick game of Snap with our computers got us talking. He’s a young DJ on one of the national radio stations. I was quickly out of my depth on the music front but I didn’t let a little thing like that stop me. His Saturday night show is all about Techno or Electro or Meccano or Amaretto or some such music. Mostly ‘Asian’ although, refreshingly he hated the counterproductive and ghetto-ising label. Still, it didn’t take long for old chameleon Reeve to get down with the Street. Yo Yo I am a cool Mo Fo. And I was living it, man. And keeping it real. I asked him to lay a phatt one on me.
He moved seats. Wicked.
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