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.
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