The Road to Recovery Is Paved With Buying Shit

I haven't mentioned this because it's still a sore subject, but enough time has passed that I think it's time to breach it: when donating six or seven boxes of books to the library, our box of records--all of them--got donated too. The library had no knowledge of them, because everybody that works at a library is naturally a thief and a liar. How do I know this? Cuz I worked at a library.

Anyway, I'm trying to soothe the pain by buying records. Lots of people sell them online, it turns out. Today's purchases:







Next up: Townes Van Zandt.