It's 2:00a.m. on a quiet street in a rough part of town, with light from the lampposts illuminating the foggy heat from the sewer grates. A skittish young man in a hoodie approaches a shady looking character lounging on a street corner wearing a long dark trenchcoatHoodie:
Originally Posted by Jixr
In all fairness, keyboard addiction is pretty much like being on drugs.
Yo man, you got the goods?Trenchcoat:
I gots everything you need baby. Want some "cherries"? I have clears, greens, blues. If you need caps I even got some of the good stuff. 100% PBT double shot.Hoodie:
Sheesh man, no bronze cast keys? Come on I need my fixTrenchcoat:
Hey man PBT's, take 'em or leave 'em. I got other business to attend toHoodie: grumble grumble
Fine! Here, they better be good.Suddenly sirens blare and lights flash as the cops converge on the duo. Both split in different directions ducking into alleys and just barely get away...