It wasn't planned. Maybe that's what made it so delicious, so unforgettable. I could have been in the VIP room, getting coked up like the rest of us, or watching you from the loggias like I usually did. I could have joined you behind the decks as I've done on rare occasions; it would be a lie to say I didn't enjoy all the guessing and envious, 'who the fuck is that chick' stares. Of course, we had to be careful with that....

It's just one of those days when he is at the right place at the right time, and my mind is in a tight place and wants out. Doesn't matter what you say, what you do; my hungry greed will twist it into something to latch onto and misuse the shit out of it. I'm the monster under your bed, and this is the night I crawl out and launch forth to wreak havoc. I blow a mist of sleep paralysis onto your helpless body and blast the...

I'm meeting him in his studio today. It's nothing fancy, just a room with his DJ equipment in some old, out-of-town office block. He's recording a set for a no-name radio station and had asked me to "keep him company". Of course, we both know what that euphemism stands for. He lets me in through the padded, soundproofed door and sits right back on one of the spinning, backless barstools, and I plank down on the other one,...