Ottawa, Why does your love hurt so much?

I can’t tell you guys how much fun I had dj’ing with them jokers of the scene. It was beautiful. I8A4RE threw down some serious jams before me, I really enjoyed his set and i was up next and then …. BLAMMO, he dropped SLIM THUG’S opus “LIKE A BOSS” just like it was nothing. Needless to say, I started sweating. That song used to be my anthem. I played that song at punk rock clubs, at bar mitzvah’s, in my mom’s car, err you get the picture. ANYHOW, I was kind of str3ss3d and after some equipment issues that plagued my night, I think I threw down pretty OK. It wasn’t what I had planned (I had the mad evil electro set down tight!) but i don’t think I needed to make people more AGGRO then they needed (more on AGGROness l4t3r).

After I was done, I needed some john lee time. So i put on the ipod listened to some FINE YOUNG CANNIBALS and cried a bit (for reals, I cry a bit much someone born in the seventies) across the street from the club (called BABYLON of all names). After that I came back in, re-energized and ready to rock out some more. The Jokers (Dj Booth and Chameleonic) were murdering it, Kids were dancing their tusshies off. I was just dancing my ass off too and lots of nice people came up and told me they enjoyed my set, which is enourmously nice of them and I enjoyed meeting all them great peoples. For some reason The jokers dropped a Niravana track and for some reason i thought that was my cue to stage dive.
WRONG!
I feel on some poor girls, and everyone got hurt (including my ribcage). I got up, picked the girl up, said i was sorry, asked if she was ok and if she wanted me to buy her a drink or help her out in anyway. You know what she said? She yelled at me and blew me off. I was so bummed I just left, got another heineken and sat on the couch for a while.

My production assistant Jade brought my some sunshine and made me dance a bit so I got back into it. Then an old friend of mine called GREGULAR (awesomest dj ever, well let’s just say he play’s what I like to hear, hah!) came up to me and rocked my ass up and down the dance floor with his beautiful girlfriends (how can I still manage to be single, i do not get)(le sigh).

ANYHOW, Gregular ws doing to get back in touch type dealio and wanted my number. The music was too loud so I asked him to come outside to talk and we did.

Coming back in, the people I stage dove on saw me and started yelling at me calling me names (that just cannot be repeated but very much along the lines of wife beater) and proceeded to kick my ass. RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE CLUB!!!!
Needless to say I got kicked in the face and the ribcage alot. HUng out in the fetal position with my hands in my face and took it. Because since you can’t reason with cokeheads, i just took it like a man. I could have beat them with my skateboard or my fists, BUT I choose to get beat up, since fighting will get you nowhere. Hate begets hate, so I choose to turn the other cheek.

The weird thing is the bouncer instead of saving my ass, started threathening me. I have to admit that after I got up and away from the mobscene, I started yelling and waving my skateboard and getting pretty angry. Wouldn’t you, if a group of people kicked your ass in front of the club you just rocked out at. i tried to talk to them, my friends tried, all these people wanted was my face to cave in.
this is so to be continued, it’s crazy.

Right now, I need to eat some food with two amazing friends and think about life some more.

thank you for reading,
thanks you for being there for me when I needed it.
Your humble servant,
John Lee
ps: video, pictures, blood samples and lawer letters coming next week.

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