You know how you can go to the record store looking for one thing & then end up buying $88 worth of other stuff & then you're like, "Fuck, I can't afford this shit" but then you just shrug & eat your Nutty Bar & get on the El & go home & listen to your new lps? That happened to me this afternoon. I really like not working at that one record store anymore. It's cool.

The Vice magazine Do's & Don'ts will make you chuckle even if you don't enjoy critiquing people's fucked up looks.