Some berk told my friend Roy his music collection was “the febrile browsings of the bargain bin”. Why would Roy let him in his house? Never having met him, I can only imagine what he looks like. He has short black hair and his dated Van Dyke clings to him like black capris on a fat lady. He is never without his list of titles and still gets a boner when he recalls that day he scooped a Captain Beefheart bootleg at a garage sale. It is seldom played but kept in a thick plastic sleeve, in the “C” section.
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