As far back as I can remember, I wanted to be a DJ. Like Rick Dees, only not a douchebag. I'd be like Dr. Johnny Fever, sitting in the booth with a bottle of cheap booze, spinning the wax for my devoted followers and fellow lovers of rock and roll. Obviously, my dream came to fruition. Only we’re not spinning anything anymore and there are very few Johnny Fevers out there, just a bunch of Les Nessmans.