You meet Jean-Michel Chillfreeze in a bar in Clinton Hill. You are talking about the devil when a man in a black suit walks out the door and the two slim blonde women on either arm call back at you: Hail Satan. Jean-Michel Chillfreeze takes you to his parents’ garage and you smoke weed and cocaine for the first time. He shows you his vast record collection and complains about being hooked on coke, how being a DJ doesn’t pay the bills and how he’s gradually selling all his records.