A climb up the creaky staircase deposits you into the middle of....organized chaos. CDs, vinyl, photos, other rock stuff everywhere. Okay, G, dig in. We go for the $2 used/promo bin first. It's work here, though, because you might not recognize many of the offerings in this collection. It takes focus, and G does seem very interested. Some old Neil Young plays on the store sound system while, up front, a young teen is showing off his knowledge of rock, vinyl, etc to the store owner, who nods politely, but probably wants to smack the little shit. As I try to ease into the back room, where there is a performance space (the Sawtelles have played here, I think) along with more cheap CDs (ten for $10!!!!), I'm trapped into football talk by an unkempt, inebriated, but harmless gent. Giants fan, Hendrix fan. Had a huge Hendrix collection that he sold after losing his house. G overheard him say he had been homeless for two years.
Finally settle on the following, but still have plenty of work left for another day:
Total bill- $12.19
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