But it’s your third week in Las Vegas, leaving now would be TKO, and poppin off punches as LiL ≏ JaBBA has won the title. Top floor of the Aria, livin’ that FrEE LiFE.. That TEKLIFE. Thinking of either playing a set for all the city to hear from ya balcony, or just tossing yourself off into the fountain out front, below. It’s lonely in the Maserati, breezing down the strip, clearing the stench, grinding your “OiL.” The sound of the town swells your head and your internal “o.M.s.” chanting (via headphones) helps subside the noise pollution. There’s a new escalator invention in the lobby @”STepS.(i GLiDE)” and when you look over, people are winning puppies and baby rabbits out slot machines. The basement casino feels like it’s underwater, but you restrain yourself from breaking the glass floor of the pool above. Lights flood your room in a blur, and it is packed with your pals, the “RaiDeRs.” Off to another underground club/casino to make the most of Teklife’s extension of play in your FrEE LiFE.