you are what you choose to be. you choose. choose.
i found this sweet old record player in my garage. it belongs to my mom, but it is now mine. i dusted it off and everything and got all the bugs out and turned it on and the motor still works. the needle for the arm is just missing and some other shit is messed up, so im going to take it to some electronics place downtown later this week. im sure they could fix it and replace the needle. and then im going to hit the flea markets and yard sales for old vinyls. it is going to be the shit.