|you never know
what's gonna stick.
but, truth be told, i always felt punk rock flea
market to be a natural extension of my
the places and faces change but the
spirit remains. life
thrives at the edges, intermingling
tastes and pressures. was
good times reconnecting with adria as i spun records on
then, trying to slip out the back after my noon to
4 set, security
asked if i were coming in to DJ. "i just did for
the last 4 hours!"
"that was you? i thought it was a playlist but i
couldn't figure out
the thread." he meant it as a compliment. human