So, let's just say I know a DJ. I don't know if you know him or not, and at the end of this blog, you might begin to question, is this a memoir or a fiction. I'd rather not say, in fact, I'll just do as those smart-asses who troll do and say, "asking for a friend".

Back to what I was saying, I know a DJ. He was very skilled, very talented, but very unlucky. I don't know much people who have all three. It's rare. His luck was pretty much 'wrong place, wrong time' luck. He didn't have no money because his regular job was paying barely enough to get by. He owed a bunch of people and the list grew before it ever had a chance to shrink. His life was basically a downhill slope, but man, was he talented.

He started out on records, and they weren't very good records either. In fact, if you asked him to name any of the artists who sang on those records, he couldn't tell you any. It wasn't Bob Marley, Gregory Isaacs or even Michael Jackson, so to him, it wasn't very important.

It was just enough for him to get a feel of something that was his escape. He was able to block the negativity out of his life when he hit that play button, who knew it was going to start something amazing in his life

Yea, I know a DJ, and he's pretty darn good.

To be continued...