You multi-track yourself playing drums all week long

Bruce has a drum kit in the back room where you sleep amongst the piled trash. You play it all the time and you record multi-tracks of this with his old four track tascam tape recorder. Only three tracks still work on it so you have to bounce down a lot of tracks. Late one morning when most of the town including you are sleeping off a drunk the backroom catches on fire. You wake up flaming. You scream and run into the street. You pass out while doing the stop drop and roll. You wake up in a roach invested hospital room.