Where the shit is that cd? I need to drive all the way out to Virginia, the cesspool of car-commuting culture, this morning, and I’ll be damned if I don’t need the right tunes to cut through those cell-phone yapping, sleek sedan-driving yuppies of Arlington and Fairfax Counties. Something to get the adrenaline flowing, with some hooks, some guitar heroics. That copy of At The Drive-In’s Relationship of Command is missing. Someone must have stolen that shit. Branin - Branin must have liked that first pressing copy I’ve got, damn him. Or maybe he was getting me back for not returning his copy of the Far cd. Still not a fair trade, in my book. This is just like when I moved out of the last apartment, and now I can’t find my disc of As Friends Rust’s last ep. Fabian always did have a strong thing for As Friends Rust, even when they lost all their original members. Must have borrowed it indefinitely, huh? Hell, I can’t even find my Old 97’s cd. Mike… he really liked it the last time we listened to that in my car – he must have been eyeing it. Yeah, “Oppenheimer” – he really liked those poppy songs. Come to think of it, that was the last time I saw it. When I see those guys, they’re gonna hear it from me. I’ll try to keep better track of my stuff now; this won’t happen again if I can help it.
Oh yeah, there it is. I found it. Nevermind. Sorry, guys – you’re all still my bros.