So last night I thought everything in my life was cool up until I reached the door to my house and realized I didn't have my keys...yeah...Talk about ftfo (freaking the fuck out). Fortunately I was smart enough to come home before 12am allowing myself some time to wake the little old lady that has welcomed my American ass into her home. On top of shitting my pants for being locked out in a country where everyone I know has an 11-digit number...my phone was dead. No contact, no nothing...but I guess I'm overhyping the situation because all I had to do was ring the doorbell and Mary (the sweet old lady) opened the door. I slept in the guest room (which is huge compared to the room I'm renting) and woke up in a daze at 06:37 (GMT). Luckily my skin color associates me with 80% of most crimes committed in the US of A so my instinct was to break into my bedroom with a credit card. Long story short, I'm here at Uni, smelling of fresh mint, tired as shit and excited to see JME tonight @ Astoria 2.
Cheers :)
berxxx xoxo
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so last night dave vogan was over and we were talking about how even though im not a DJ at the station ive been around a lot longer than some of these so called WBNY members...
3 am trips to the station in the blistering cold wrapped up in your blanket, falling asleep in the studio while you played FORMAT music. haha i love it. i never missed a show then.
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