Who is this man ? And did he really fix the 1918 world series ? Guess again, it's none other than our homeboy Simon with a fresh growth of " I don't like my razor any more" .
Drizzle and dampness couldn't wipe the smile off of punk-ass D.J. Snead's face.
All the best intentions cannot make the turntables work without the all important output cord.....good thing it wasn't a paying gig...at least not in money. Way too many chips, slices of pizza and beers were the bounty at this event.
But really, it's about riding together in the elements and finding a commonality in mud splattered fellowship.