i remember back in my early twenties, these dudes - see the video - used to piss me off so damn much. i would leave the store, of course after spending way too much dough, cursing their names and vowing never to return again. one joint in particular, reckless records on milwaukee in chicago, used to toy with my emotions on a grand scale. after vowing never to return, i had to pass the shop daily on my way to the EL so there was no avoiding them. i tried walkin on the other side of the street, but it was no use, they were my supplier and they knew i needed my fix. they plastered the newest and coolest hand bills and posters in the window and if it were summer they would have the door open, the music would ooze down the city street. they had me again, damn them! still this video is too damn funny.

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