Got a call on Friday night. From my mate Dave.
"Yo. I'm house-sitting a friend's place. You should come over. Play some Raiden. On the Jaguar".
Raiden? Jaguar? Sure, why not. I drive over, open the door, and see this laid out before me. Like some kind of dusty, composite-cabled last supper. Needless to say, my Friday night was pretty great.










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