My dude that’s the smart thing to do. Don’t give the right ammunition or talking points

All I remember of the after party was seeing my manager getting blown by some girl on a couch in front of the dance floor in the condo.

Ah memories

So it hits and I’m just flying…
My manager is in the booth with me helping me find records and keeping me focused and on my feet.

Quite honestly I played awesome but was paranoid as shit to have partygoers staring at you.

So knowing I’m done at 2, I drop an E. Owner comes in the di booth high as shit partying his ass off and yells that fuck the bylaws were going to 3am. Uh oh..

The E is going to hit me soon and not I’m committed for another hour and never spun rocked off my head before