Last Night A DJ Threatened My Life, Pt II: Damn That DJ Made My Day

When creating this blog, the CHIMOS staff agreed that it should not be a running commentary of our daily lives, as to avoid the comparison to the innumerable blogs that could double for a junior-high schooler’s diary. In saying that, I just can’t keep this story to myself.

If you read yesterday (yeah, right), you recall that over the weekend I had a strange run-in with international drum-and-bass DJ and producer Goldie at the Costco on Damen Ave. Well, I thought I had seen the last of the Trip-Hop DJ’s who I would inevitably and inadvertently anger, so I was comfortably lost in my book as I rode the Blue Line home. Not until I got to the Damen stop did I look up from my reading to survey the crowded train. At the other door, about fifty feet directly across from me was no other than Goldie. You can imagine my surprise seeing him two days in a row. What are the odds? Since I was a safe distance from the once again well-dressed DJ, I took out my cell phone to notify my roommate of the strange coincidence. Using some sort of uncanny sense of attention-getting, Goldie once again caught me reaching for my celly and once again delivered that same burning stare from across the car directly at me. Were I not twenty seconds from my stop I would have jumped out the window. I put my head down for the remainder of the ride hoping that Goldie’s anger has subsided. As I walked out of the car at my stop, I looked back and saw Goldie was still watching me, but he was also giving me the devil horns sign. I still have no idea what this meant. Was he saying that I was the devil or was he saying that I rock? I gave Goldie a confused wave from outside the car and as the train started to move he smiled and waved back in a friendly manner. Beef squashed, perhaps?