The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

Not much of a recall here, but as part my 'upload even the smallest dream fragments' initiative, I thought I should type this up.

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21/3/12

I'm on my way to a big rave [no doubt foreshadowing seeing Rusko, TC and Wilkinson on the 24th] but I'm making the 30 minute journey on foot because everyone's too slow getting ready - and I'm eager to skanking! However, just before I arrive at the club, at about 3am, I realise I've left my 'friend' (we'll call her Mandy) at home. Deciding it's too late to get back and get 'her', I get in the queue behind some girls I know. They whisper amongst themselves as they can't tell if it's me or not, due to my drastic haircut. Shortly after, I see Jay in the queue, who overtook me in a taxi on my way here. He begins making his bombs, calling them 'F Bombs'.