You deserve something for your hard work, and at the end of the week you should be rewarded with something other than just a paycheck. But you won’t. Get over it. So listen to a classic album in full as you plan your passive-aggressive plot to destroy the dude who steals your sandwich from the fridge.
I fondly remember when I found this record. It was water-damaged — cover fucked. But I didn’t care at all. I was so psyched to find it.
It was some stoop sale in SOHO, back in 2003(?). The person selling obviously had no idea what to do with it. There, placed unlovingly between Sinatra and Dire Straits, was this piece of rock history.