The World may be Ending

Scott jumped up from his sleep realizing that he was late for a gig. It was unusual that he had a daytime gig so today was special. Scott was about to embark on a journey he had never known: DJing for little kids and old people. Today was the towns annual block party, and believe it or not, Scott was going to have to censor the shit out of every song. "I should have just downloaded the clean versions," Scott mummered as he got dressed, "Shouldn't have gotten that high yesterday, huh buddy?" Scott said to his dog, Marley. Scott grabbed his macbook and sunglasses and was about to head to the party when he realized he had no weed. The party would have to wait, cause there was no way Scott would ever DJ a party sober. What people do not understand about drugs is that, atleast for Scott, it was more than just drugs. Drugs allowed Scott to forget about the pain from his past, the struggle of living with someone your whole life who supports nothing you do, and the consequences that came along with Scott deciding that he didn't care what his father thought, he was gonna do what he wanted. Drugs are the reason that Scott is who he is today, and he was proud of himself even if no one else was. Scott needed to stop by his friend Otto's house to re up on the good stuff. Yeah, you heard it right, the ganja, marijuana, the loud pack if you will.
Scott knocked on apartment 420, (ironic eh?) and Otto came to the door wearing Scooby Doo pajama pants and moccasins, a stoner's outfit indeed. It was nice for Scott to have a friend as his drug dealer, not only did they have awesome smoke sessions, but Scott usually got all his drugs for free.
"Scotty! What's going on, good to see you bud." "Hey man, you too, listen I'm DJing at this block party later on over at the roller skating rink, you should be there, pretty girls, good music, and plenty of mind altering substances", Scott said to Otto as they did their business transaction. "Oh alright dude, sounds sweet, I'll probably be there. My schedule is completely clear, I don't ever have shit to do anymore, this town is a pretty dull place". "Yeah I hear you man, but you just gotta live for the moment and make the best of it, that's what I try to do, every night my man", Scott said. "Alright well I'll see you later tonight then, enjoy yourself", Otto said. "You bet, bud, right back at ya", Scott said and walked out the door.

Very, Very Nice

Morning, 8am, Scott was awaken by a terrible smell. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see that a there was a dog's ass in his face. "Did this fucking dog just fart in my face?!" Scott was pissed, until once again, he realized he did not know where he was. And of course, a beautiful lady comes into the bed he's in, and kisses him goodmorning. It never gets old, and Scott always had an excuse to why he had to leave immediately. This time he had a choice between "I have to go to church" or "I have a doctors appointment" He went with the latter, just because he didn't know what day it was.

As he begins to walk home, Scott passes the coffee shop, and notices that a bus is holding up traffic and that there is a black woman going crazy on the bus driver. "I'd hate to be that guy," Scott mumbled.

Scott gets home, turns on the radio, and listens to On Melancholy Hill as he falls asleep.

Blind man next to the clinic

Another day. Another wake up call from a girl that Scott Rowe did not remember from the night before. Another check to see if he remembered to bring his laptop home. Lord only knows how many times Scott left his laptop in a strange place, but Scott's prized possession always seemed to make its way back to Unit 8B of the Castle Apartments. Believe it or not, Scott was pretty happy with his life. Sure it was unorthodox, and consisted mostly of women, music and getting wasted, but in Scott's eyes, there was no other way to live. DJing was the only thing that Scott was really good at. He had not only managed to teach himself, but become really good. Scott grew up in a diverse house, in which all cultures were explored through food, clothing and most importantly music. Scott knew songs from just about every genre, and for that he was greatful. While music was very imporntant to Scott, his parents (mostly his father)looked at his love as merely a hobby, not a career choice. After his parents divorced, Scott stayed with his dad during the school year. Scott was forced to get all A's on his report cards, stay inside and study every weekday and sunday, and could never convince his dad to allow him to take a music class. When Scott turned 16 he realized he'd have to take matters into his own hands, move out of his dad's house, and live on his own. Scott hasn't talked to his dad since that day. Now, at 23, Scott was doing pretty good for a high school dropout, this was the life he chose and he chose it for a reason.

Since his hangover was so intense, Scott decided to walk to the clinic to get some pills. As he was going into the clinic, Scott spotted a homeless man who he'd never seen before. The man just so happened to be singing one of Scott's favorite songs, "Everybody Hurts" by REM. Scott would definetly be adding a remix to his set tonight. In the meantime, Scott decides to sing with the poor man: "Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Dont throw your hand. Oh, No Dont Throw your hand..." When the song was over, the man turned to Scott and told him to always remember "What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence." Scott handed the man a hundred dollar bill and started walking home, thinking about what the man had said to him, completely forgetting about his headache.

Blog #1

The day started with Scott Rowe being awoken by one of his many flings (who shall remain nameless), bringing him breakfast in bed. It smelled exactly like heaven on a plate. In Scott's mind, this one was a keeper for numerous reasons, the main reason being because of the fact that Scott knew that he did not have anything in his refrigerator except for rum and red bull. Any girl that would leave his apartment, go all the way to the grocery and made breakfast all before Scott's 2pm wake up time, was good in his eyes.

After a delightful breakfast, it was time for Scott to leave the apartment and get his day started. Scott did three things just about everyday; went to the gym, went to get something to eat with a pretty lady, and went to work as a DJ at Larry's Bar.

First up, it was time to get his workout in, today he decided to go for a run through the park. As he was running, Scott realized he didn't have a date for lunch today. It was Tuesday, so that meant sushi tacos at the Sushi & Kenyan restaurant. Scott was thinking so hard about lunch that he didn't realize he was running on the wrong side of the sidewalk (gasp!). All of a sudden he's helping a young woman get off of the ground, and next thing he knows, the two eating lunch together.

As hot and dry as it was outside, she was even hotter and dryer. She was a striking young lady; one of those Zoe Saldana types in which you do not know exactly what race she is. As a matter of fact, if someone was to ask Scott what her name was, he wouldn't even be able to tell you. What he could tell you is that the girl was awesome, that he would be calling her again, and that he's going to avoid all conversation that includes him saying her name.

10pm, macbook in hand, it's time to get the party started. This town was his realm, there were other decent DJ's around town, but none quite as good as Scott Rowe. He would play every type of music: 90's jams, New Orleans bounce, Southern Hip-Hop, Indie Jams and even 80's pop.

The day ended without Scott remembering exactly what happened.