Report, if you have a problem with this page“ He tilted the box toward a chipped Pottery Barn blue bowl, and the little blue clumps, like cerulean rat turds, tumbled out, hitting the porcelain with a surprisingly metallic thud. It sounded like pennies dumped into an aluminum trash can. ”
Eric Spitznagel
From : Old Records Never Die: One Man's Quest for His Vinyl and His Past
