Before peacing out of Barnes & Noble, I purchased everything Ames in stock, a few gifts and a few gambles. The above was part of the latter category. I’d heard great things about the 33 1/3 series but never felt all the way convinced.
As a reward for myself finally finishing Kenny Fucking Rogers’ autobiography, I started this little guy. So far, I’m engrossed—and binging on Waits’ discography.
Bonus: It fits perfectly in the pocket of my “home sweatshirt” which has increasingly become used as “public wear.” Yes, the same sweatshirt I bought at a Decatur thrift shop of which I later noticed had pills in the pockets. Yes, that same time I was walking with a coworker, discovered said medication and she asked, “Should we try them?”