is that the man. yes. whats his name. lavista. thats lavista? yes sir. he looks a mess. he always looks that way. that is the man who organized that rave last year? yes sir, that is him.
good morning mr. lavista i am agent seven i understand you'd like to resign from the agency. yes sir although i was under the impression that i have already resigned, we're just seeing if it sticks.
agent, can you explain the rave that you organized last year at the sports arena. sure, in some of the other dances we had undercover people and some check points and some rooms to complete the action, but communication wasn't as good as it could be especially because the music was so loud and distracting. so i figured if we actually dee jayed the whole thing and if we had each song mean something, then we could communicate to each other as we made it through each step of the operation.
i understood there were sound effects.
well the great thing about techno music is you
so why do you think you were not promoted after
i got in an arguement with my superior.
really? i dont see that anywhere? yes. i told
but what if they turn out to be the dealers in a few years?
sonny liked the voodoo tribal music of Zaire's Boukman Eksperans. it sounded like most african music except the singing was very soothing to him. he looked out of the small window into the parking lot at his '79 Monte Carlo and wondered if there was any Boukman Eksperans in his trunk. he had a lot of shit in his car. hopefully that was in there too.
why i dont go to raves