Heaps of used vinyl.
Some people are obsessed with money, or power.
Others are addicted to fast food, or cats.
While I enjoy 3 of those things, I'm a fanatic for vintage records.
The sad thing is, I don't even own a record player.
And I'm too broke to afford one, because I've been spending all my money on albums that I can't play.
There's just something about owning a piece of history.
Maybe my copy of Thriller was danced to at a high school prom back in 1983.
Maybe a kid spent all his allowance money to buy Uptight by Stevie Wonder in '66, and now it's mine.
With each record I'm given a glimpse into the past.
I respect the retrospective
It's a corrective perspective.
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