BOY IN A BOX
Boombox collectors (for yes, there is such a thing) call this their Holy Grail:
Well, slap my ass and call me Jesus— that’s my teenage box!
I went to the Walt Whitman Mall with Nancy one day, and bought it for $200 at Crazy Eddie’s across Route 110. Didn’t have a dime left after that purchase, so we had to scrounge around for change to make two fares on the N-79 bus. We begged from strangers, and dipped into the fountain in front of Macy’s for nickels.
I can still feel the tiny yet perceptible clicks as you pushed the volume slider up:
No future (click) No future (click) No future for youuuuu…
Friday, July 17, 2009
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