I have to say, I really like the maintenance man at our apartment. Well, there are several, but in particular I like the one that appears to be in his 20's. Brad. He takes little kids around on golf cart rides on Sunday morning, he always has a smile on his face, and he likes to talk about scuba diving. So, when he invited Tim and I to see his show, we went.

His show was something that he was DJing. His partner, a slightly older looking black man, rapped. The best word to describe the show was psychedelic, or what Cyntury (the name of the rapper, Brad was Agent B) would want me to say, it was phantasmagoric. As Cyntury spit out his tunes in his all white track suit and moon shoes, Brad, in his suit and headphones, keyed up the visuals. These consisted of movie clips, original pictures, science fiction landscapes, and moments that looked like a crazy screen saver. The visuals were definitely a cool experience.

The only problem was, many of the songs involved getting high or having sex, both in space, which apparently you had to have been high to fully enjoy.