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The Sandbox Set. Get it. Phenetiks saved my life. I used to live in random parked cars and hustle Snickers to high school kids for drug money. I'd spend my nights with various homeless hookers playing setback and scrabble and eat cans of snowshoe peas I would steal from a fancy resturant. Then I met Roc-one at a soup kitchen downtown (he was having New England clam chowder I believe) and we've been friends ever since. One day we came across another bum digging through a dumpster behind a music shop. The bum was none other than JK1. He had found an MPC and a mic and some cables. I was pretty crafty with a soldering iron, so I fashioned some plugs and what not, and we set up shop in my 3 story sofa box on some prime realestate overlooking a puddle of urine. Once we were rich and famous we hired DJ SirCumference and The Protege for sex appeal and dance moves. The rest is so history in the making. Peace.