I just found this post that I made about two months ago and never actually submitted…so here ya go!
Long story short, last night the party I DJed ended with a fight breaking out at 2 am (right in the middle of Candy Rain, you bastards!!!!!). Didn’t really phase me as it wasn’t my usual spot and I was just doin it for some extra loot. Anyway, I get my money, grab my last crate and start to roll out. Some drunk guy decides he wants to follow me to the car (“hey, you the dj from tonight? hold on man, i gotta holla at you”). The whole way I’m walkin to the car he’s dropping me some story about how the bartender just gave him a $20 for a cab, but he needs $10 more to make it home (yeah, new one!) and wants to know if I can help him out. I tell him sorry I can’t help him and then he starts into this story about his sound equipment at home and that I NEED to help him out because he might be able to do something for me (debatable, he could possibly have but who really knows that???).
We get to my car, I drop my crate in the trunk and politely say “sorry man, I really can’t help you out. everything I have is going towards rent” (which is completely true). He asks if I can at least give him $5. I tell him “nah man I just can’t spot you anything tonight.” Then he wants to argue with me!! “You don’t have to pay rent! you ain’t gonna pay rent. rent ain’t due right now!” So I said “aight man, it’s whatever you wanna think, sorry I couldn’t help you though.”
Then he wants to YELL at me “rent ain’t due til I say it is!!” and starts grillin me hard like he’s about to jump on me or somethin. I could see that this was going to end in one of two ways. Either 1)I’m going to drive away with no problems or 2)I’m going to be a smart ass and possibly get jumped, robbed, etc. (although he was drunk, he was pretty big and I’m a little dude, plus I was solo). I’ll take option 1, thanks (i should probably start bringing people with me, who knows what the hell can happen these days).
But hey, if you spent money to get downtown and then spent enough money to get piss drunk, then you need to learn to budget for your ride home too!!
Shoot, I just worked 11 hours on my feet, went home long enough to change clothes and grab my gear, and then DJed for 4 hours. I work hard for my money, what makes you think I’m just going to give it away?!?!?!
I guess my only real point here is…ah you know what, I don’t really have a point, I just wanted to rant. Anybody else have similar stories?
