A few nights ago, instead of biking home after getting back from the train station, I stopped at a record store I always pass and always think about stopping in (its always been closed by the time I'm coming back from work). This time though, it was open. I looped around to the sidewalk, found a place to lock my bike up, grabbed my bag off the frame of my bike, and went in to browse. At first, I wasn't super impressed, but it had only been 10 minutes or so. I dug around, just enjoying getting lost in the...