So I got a call from my man Garth from way back in the Brazilian days. He said his friend needed a photog man for his rave tonight. Its at Freedom. Coincidence. Freedom may or may not be my future place of work and I wasn't by a long shot planning to go to their rave. But money was involved so I went and was pleasantly surprised by the not badness of it. Although I couldn't imagine President Clarke there the music was edited and the dress code was generally obeyed.
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