High Fidelity indeed-

I knew it was probably a stupid idea to order records through the mail from a bunch of people whose idea of getting some culture is going to see four white art school guys play "free jazz" in some shit hipster bar to a crowd that still thinks putting Ludacris and Built to Spill on the same mix tape is the height of comedic genius. I figured the records would take a while, I was getting overcharged, blah blah, but I thought I would give you a chance. And anything was better than actually having to go into your store in person, right?

Fuck that. I learned my lesson.

When you send vinyl through the mail, it helps to protect it somehow. I mean, at least one of those "Phonograph records - Fragile" stamps and a piece of corrugated cardboard. Every little bit helps. Come on, it's not that hard. Really.

In the mail in the next week you should find copies of Stevie Wonder's "For Once in My Life," Skip James's "Hard Time Killing Floor Blues," and Talib Kweli and Hi-Tek's "Move Something." Notice that the vinyl for all of these records is unplayable, due to being BROKEN IN FUCKING HALF, because you DIDN'T DO A GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING THING TO PROTECT THE RECORDS FROM BEING BROKEN IN FUCKING HALF.

Thanks for your time,
and
Get a fucking haircut, you look like The Monks on a bad hair day,
Alex

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