like hipsters to blogspots.

In case you’re wondering, DJing in Jackson, Wyoming looks a lot like [what my friend described as], “almost looking down your shirt all night”…

…whoops.  I should stop wearing potato sack-ish shirts every time I’m asked to play tunes.

And me DJing sounds a lot like playing this song on repeat…

[you’re gonna wish you… never had met me.]