Recent DJ Posts

At the very top of an apartment building there is a duplex, with a rooftop lawn we share. I live in one, Michael Keaton lives in the other.

In the middle of the night, he is always up late working on things. Researching something. I catch glimpes of him in a chair or at a desk from the lawn. We do not speak. We make no contact of any kind. His office is filled with pitchers of his family but he lives alone.

One night there is a knock at the door, I open it to find a bunch of young punk looking kids dressed in all black. They want me out of the apartment. I told them no, they laughed. They looked like teenagers who would play vampire the masquarade. Because they are all actually vampires. (dream sign!!)

They set up shop in my place to keep an eye on Michael Keaton. Their leader seems obsessed with him, and knowing what he's researching. The others don't care about that. There is a power struggle going on in the group.

One evening, Michael Keaton travels for the night, and the vampire leader is able to sneak over into his home and snoop around. He finds two very interesting hidden rooms full of treasure and collections of books. All of it seems very important and cool. When he goes back to my apartment the others demand they kill the vampire hunter on the spot (I assume Michael Keaton.)

The leader tells them no, he is important. He's working on uncovering the King vampire. The other teenagers rebel and kill their leader and then kill Michael Keaton when he returns home. It's a nasty blood bath.

I read in the paper that there is an estate sale in the other half of my old duplex and I go to see what I had been missing since being forcably removed from my home.

His apartment was a shine to his family that had been murdered by the undead. For some reason a bunch of little shop keepers had set up in the secret rooms and were selling everything like it was a flee market. It made me very sad. All of the really cool books and treasure were gone. Sold to someone who wouldn't understand the importance of it. As I'm deciding if I should buy something or not, I over hear a conversation between merchants. One of them said "you know they didn't find a body."

- queue music -