It’s Friday night and I’m currently DJing in front of 2,000 people in Times Square. The club is packed wall to wall with Manhattan’s hippest socialites and celebrities still in town from a earlier midtown movie premier. Several girls are dancing in cages above me… all but two are topless… the two not topless are completely naked. In my contract it states my bar tab will be comped up to $3000 dollars… I still have $1700 more to drink. Sorry, I took a break from writing just now, as Flo Rida just came up to the DJ booth asked me if I’d like to be his personal DJ for his upcoming tour… I said to have his people talk to my people. Lady Gaga just walked in with a cereal box on top of her head… I’m not sure if it’s a fashion thing or if she’s just really drunk. Doesn’t matter, it’s nuts in here! I’d write more, but it’s just too crazy right now.
Ok, let me try that again without lying.
It’s Friday night and I’m playing Billy Joel from my iTunes. The crowd is foreign and a couple French people are sleeping in a booth by the bar. I have my headphones on and I’m pretending to bob to the beat. Really I’m googling naked pictures of Lance Armstrong and playing minesweeper. Fuck, I just hit a mine.
After reading the last statement I’m sure it easily evident that my life is at its peak right now. It’s like I’m on the mountain looking down at the world… just the mountain is a elevated DJ booth in the middle of the cheesiest restaurant in the world. Every time I hop on the mic to let our guests know there’s a sale on sweatshirts in our first floor merchandise store, while mixing a mean Miley Cyrus set, I know I have arrived. I have achieved greatness. Sorry, I took a break from writing just now, as a seven year old Irish boy just requested Demi Lovato and Daddy Yankee.
After a year and a half in New York, I totally thought I’d already be a highly acclaimed, comedy based, broadcast talent… maybe next month.
Mixing Demi Lovato Into Daddy Yankee,
Daniel Dickey
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If it helps, i think you’re amazingly funny! You’re like a silly giraffe that likes to eat leaves from the tree!
Thank you Mr. or Mrs. Giraffe… thank you.
Don’t worry bro, it’s gonna happen. Next month for sure probably.
Giraffe eh?
i have no doubt in my mind that you are going to make it. I, of course am not in any way credible to make that statement but I believe it! Stay golden!