I Don't Know What I'm Doing, but I Did.

On may 20 eighth, two thousand 11, he's playing records in a lounge bar philly. Adam is basking in the great energy of the evening. Then his phone rings, and he sees that it's his father. adam doesn't clock it as strange or unsettling. It was about 12 30. 99 times out of a hundred, i would have been home and asleep and in bed at that time. So i walked outside, through the back room of the club,. and then also through the front room. The first thing my father asked me was whether i was sitting down. Which i don't think anybody had ever Asked me that in real life before.