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AN UNWARRANTED RAMBLING, WHICH IS AN ATTEMPT TO DIGNIFY THE SELF-CONSCIOUS FEAR THAT A EARLY-FIFTIESISH MAN HAS ABOUT HIS VINYL RECORD BUSINESS.
NEXT TIME YOU WORRY ABOUT COMING OFF AS CHEAP, POMPOUS, GREEDY, "IN IT FOR THE MONEY," OR WHATEVER YOUR NEUROTIC BRAIN COMES UP WITH, REMEMBER THAT NO ONE IS THINKING ABOUT YOU, NO ONE IS THINKING ABOUT IT THE WAY YOU ARE, NO ONE IS CONSIDERING YOUR STAGE, AND NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS YOUR MOTHER DOES, AND WHEN SHE PASSES AWAY, NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS YOU DO, AND A ONE LINE REPLY TO YOUR THREAD ASKING ABOUT THE PRICE OR PRESSING QUANTITY OF YOUR RECORDS IN A MESSAGE FORUM FOR MUSIC NERDS WITH THE WORD BOREDOM IN THE TITLE DOESN'T REALLY WARRANT A LONG WINDED RESPONSE DEFENDING YOUR RECORD SELLING HONOR. I LOVE YOU MOST OF ALL.
