That sounds sad. It sorta reminded me of a novel I started to read: Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. After the first few chapters, I threw the book against my bedroom wall. lol
Well, I thought you were gonna try and figure out what I do for a living with just five words from me, but there I go again, expecting people to think like me...
Alright. Let's try this: Demonstrably demented DJ dishes discs.