I’ve had this creamsicle since I was young when at 6, I was hanging around radio stations trying to absorb the infinite perturbances of the glowing transmitter tubes, hoping they would infuse me with brilliance and Savoir Faire. I realize now as an adult that the gentle glowing purple radiation I was staring at made me bald and shrunk my johnson. Just as well, now my hats fit and I’m never injured while zipping up.
I’m not an actual “DJ” like the masters I work with. I just get their frappes and take care of the station’s fleet of hamsters, “Donny”, “Rudy”, “Hambone”, “Smarty” and “Slimy”, which is a bigger job than you might think.