Over ninety minutes early and the line is more than one hundred deep. The old roomy and I meet and catch up as some dude directly in front of us chain tokes his way into the sonic abyss that is Record Store Day 2015. Music geek conversations drift through the air only interrupted by my backfiring joke at the length of the line.
“Maybe everyone is here to pick up that One Direction record…”
“I am!” says the woman just two people ahead. Her boyfriend starts laughing at my dumbfounded look.
I think to myself “I haven’t actually met a One Direction fan over the age of twelve” but I hold my tongue; after all, it isn’t even 9AM and pissing people off shouldn’t happen so early on a weekend.
The line moves forward in a civilized manner, which seems rather odd considering that I’ve had vinyl literally rain down…
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