It might be time to audit some of these boxes. 2/365


This is why I have too much crap in my house. I cannot even play this tape. I mean, I remember maybe going to Sam Goody. I was probably wearing black jeans and a sweater, even though I lived in San Diego.

More than likely it was at Plaza Bonita or Mission Valley malls, considering that’s where I spent most of my ‘rat time.

But now it’s just a hunk of solidified petroleum, and this entire album can be streamed with better fidelity.

Yet it is still taking up room in my condo.

It’s been time for a purge, and I feel like this is the year.