Livid Erik is livid. Someone’s gonna die.
So far, from what I can tell… here’s what’s missing.
The Cars - Candy O
Mötley Crüe - Too Fast For Love
Mötley Crüe - Shout At The Devil (sleeve)
Hüsker Dü - Zen Arcade (sleeve)
The Rolling Stones - Let It Bleed (sleeve), Some Girls
MC5 - Kick Out The Jams (sleeve)
Pink Floyd - Dark Side Of The Moon (sleeve & posters)
Billy Joel - Piano Man, 52nd Street
The Police - Ghost In The Machine, Outlandos d’Amour
Bruce Springsteen - Born In The USA
Van Halen - Women And Children First, Van Halen I
Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath
Steve Martin - Let’s Get Small
Blondie - Parallel Lines
Cursive - The Ugly OrganI think that’s it. But I’ll know better when I calm the fuck down and do a serious inventory.
It was a small thing that made me confused, but some of the liquor bottles from our fridge were missing when I got back, too. And one of my roommates said the other one had people over a couple times. So guess who I’m asking questions to when he gets home? I’ll be nice.
I mean, what the fuck? I shudder to think what’s happened to them, or if they’re thumbtacked to some motherfucker’s wall or something…
I want blood, or just my fucking records back. Some of them aren’t even mine. They’re my parents’.
Motherfuckers.
They stole THE BOSS? I think it’s ok to kill them.