I'm In Love With The DJ, DJ, Sneaking Round The Back Door Banging Til We Hear Somebody Say Ooh Ooh Ooh

or in my case, i'm in love with the bartender.

actually he's not really a bartender.
more like the waiter in the bar at the art museum serving orange juice to me and my aunt at 4 o'clock on a saturday afternoon.

so surreal right?
sadly, that's all it is too.

but then again, i am in love with the dj.

except that he's the dj in the church's ava club, spinning hi-fi equalizer knobs and balancing out microphone feedback.
oh, and that he's kinda my cousin of sorts.

transgressive sexuality? don't bother with jacobean tragedies written 400 years ago.
just take a look at the tragedy that is my life.