I used to do Friday night at a club of Orgatown.

I was a DJ at 2 o'clock in the morning.

Very interesting group of characters, not the normal people that I hang out with.

At that point in time of my life, I was more of a pot smoker, but I still worked at a radio station.

They had this gig opening, so I could, you know, make a few bucks.

Actually, bar played great. They paid in cash.

It was a hundred or so dollars a night. I can't remember

what it was. It was five hours. And basically all I did was just, you know, keep the dance floor

moving and try to find some time where I could go drink or do drugs, you know, long songs. My

prerogative from Bobby Brown, six minutes, one of my best ones. was always a good one. Belbvre Duvaux would hook me up with enough time to go outside and smoke. Either way, at the end of the night, I had known this woman before,

but she came in with a group of friends. She was considerably older than me. And she was also

the director of a large organization that you know across the country that does charity work.

Okay. Kind of like one of those big names.

Yeah, like the American Red Cross or Salvation.

Sure.

You've heard of this.

But she's the regional director.

American Something Association.

You understand how this goes.

But she was the head of it.

And so she invited me back to her house.

So it was an apartment in a building that was not too far away from where I lived.

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