DJ Spit stood out on the streets of the Bronx, holding some CDs of his newest album. Since the Music Stores thought his songs were dog shit he just decided to sell them out to random passerby’s.

He held one out to some rando walking close. “Ey, man you wanna buy my music n shi’ man? Is super cool man I can like give you a discount or somethin’ man.” He asked, his eye twitching. He was tweaking out a little bit..at least he was kinda sane for now.