dad takes me to obsession records and i was just like damn i really want to find something because like. i want something. when i spend 30 minutes sifting through titles of boring adult shit or fucking tate mcrae i need a prize to make it worth the time.
but dad bought me star by belly for six dollars dunno if that’s a steal or overpriced or average but i have a star cd by belly now. it made all my searching have a purpose! i had a very brief passing thought in my head standing there while i read the production credits (only like three people) likeee do i really need this or i just want dad to buy me something he took me here and i’ve been looking for so long do i even like more than two songs on this album
six dollars though! and i ordered the pains of being pure at heart i forgot what it’s called but it’s a neon green print of the same higher than the stars cover i think. has unreleased singles im excited to listen to. i like indie rock and consumerism 🤷 sue me
anyways just always feels like i deserve/need a really good find every thrift or secondhand shopping trip there is
nothing will ever beat the bends for one dollar in fucking florida though