So here this here’s dwiG, working just as hard as any pig; Started a cleaning franchise with night time work in offices. The work was simple and most no one ’round and the earth friendly chemical with an iPod kept up his frown. When he was home he’d practice with his bass jamming along with his band‘s tape.Find us on
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Money was tight and the work was slim but what jobs he got he kept cause he did exactly what they asked so on he went and over the years he had worked himself thin. Just before dark he would begin then on past dawn till the last job end. Once and a wile his band got a gig but most would end the way they began; a hand full of “Die hards” drunk in the back with the tip jar empty from paying the beer tab. His white skin lost color and his blue eyes grew weak he became very pale and of chemicals he reeked.
He knew he needed help to continue this feat, but he needed more work for the help wont come cheap; so he put in an ad in on Craigslist for a glamor. One night early ’round the witching hour he got a phone call from a man named Hammer. Gave an address , an emergency cleaning needed done fast. dwiG did explain,”I usually don’t work without a contract for pay, but tonight I’ll help you for possible future work days.”
When he arrived, seamed like a flash, Hammer exclaimed ” do it all I pay you in cash, but this room here you save it for last!”
So jumping right in dwiG dusted and swept and continued to clean next hr was spent then he heard some voices, a discussion grow loud from down the hall in the room, noise of scowl. When he peaked around he saw Mr. Hammer yelling to a man about loosing some battle and then dwiG noticed something peculiar he had not seen just hrs earlier; the carpet was covered in plastic this room, from wall to wall thick as tarp and maroon. Suddenly “POP!” more like a “BOOM!” 

and down to the floor the man went”Spa-yew”.
The two other gentlemen began wrapping dude up and Hammer told dwiG,”Best just finish up. Here take this I’ll call you when ever I need a clean fix.”
At first dwiG thought “Oh shit that happened!” looked down at the cash, had to be $50 thousand. So he wrapped up his vac cum and went on home, forgot about dude and wrote a song. He continues to jam all he can with his band with his day job as a night time cleaner and once and a while he still get a call for a special cleaning for Hammer.