Get Off and imagine Club 11 pulsing from techno beats.
I didn’t want to spend my time writing about the burnt toast or the dull itch under my left armpit. So, I started imagining Club 11 Nightclub, as part of a dream from my picaresque novel, and it’s really this big story that’s almost done. Music can make a story better… I research it even more. I really need to get off and edit. But before I edit, I just want to get off by listening to more music for the mind. Now I’ve reached the end of the Internet. There’s a sign there that says GET OFF. It’s a targeted ad. People who know me best know I want to get Off. Just to keep bugs from biting me to death after a long day and it’s the only way to rock away the night. Stay away!