I’m back. Did you miss me? For three weeks I’ve been coughing like a barking dog flat on my back. Found my life’s purpose and the Tower Card fell so hard it almost derailed me. Almost. That’s the thing about finding your purpose. It becomes your fuel. You start not giving a f*ck what people think. You take that imaginary judge behind you and pop him right in the mouth.
I'm a DJ. I make shit. I also talk a great deal about highbrow, lowbrow, nobrow. It's a look. It's cool.