…Meanwhile, John B was holding a contest to see who would get to party with him in Fla. The contest was at an indoor pool & he ended up picking more than one person as the winner. I was one picked & rushed to my mother go get the keys to her car so I could get my stuff. Her keys popped out of her cellphone & I couldn’t find the right gadget that would produce the key & held up the caravan somewhat with the rest of the partygoers in it. I had finally succeeded & just as I was about to round the last corner to the open-air party bus, John B in full regalia appeared. I knew he was checking to see what was taking so long but I gave him the signal & I was in. I explained to my mother I didn’t know how I was going to get back but that I would go anyway. We arrived in some night club & I guess I was the last man standing because John B was finishing out the party at my house. The kitchen was a combination of the one I live in now & my childhood home. The island was turned longways & we were scouring the kitchen for food. While he was busy preparing it up, I wrote a paragraph that had a slight tinge of rhyme in the end about songwriting. When he read it, he began adding on & I was in hopes he was in the makings of a great song. Next thing I knew, his song-making equipment was out and he was putting some finishing touches on the demo. I was proud at what was achieved & proclaimed “break time!” at the perfect time. I told him about how I first heard him using torrents but that I had since had the album purchased as a Christmas gift for me. I thought that was funny. He looked at me as if to say “is that all you got (of my music)?” and I looked at my collection. I saw something else I had of his & flashed it but both agreed that I shouldn’t have had that one. It only had three tracks on it with one being only halfway decent. Then I woke up.

YEAH! I was visiting grandparents with the fam’ prior to your entry, man. I’m asking for the John B t-shirt for Christmas this year. Yeah!!! ROCK

Greetings from Hungary!