Flight Club №27 — Arkadiusz

Yo homeboy! What up homegirl?

Wads of smoke lurk around the dimly lit room, kickdrums beat the dust out of your ears at a rate below 100 per minute, your head is nodding gently on its own and your thoughts are slowly getting as foggy as the air around you.

Welcome to the hip hop lounge!

Where the golden era is still very much alive today, just like you stepped through a time portal and got transported almost 30 years into the past, the moment you entered the swinging doors to this hole in the wall. Your sense of time is getting distorted by endless loops and when you leave this place your memory will be coated in a sweetish haze.

What day is it? Sunday of course.
It‘s always Sunday around here.
Sundays are the best.