...'when you're dead', i suppose, as that's one of the most viable jerseyite
states of mind/being (take it from a native)
last word in NJ record shops is the princeton record exchange in princeton
(naturally) - down a tiny alley off the main downtown drag, close to palmer
square, look for a restaurant called 'the annex' at the corner of the alley
tons of vinyl & discs there - for instance, i picked up the religious
experience of a mescaline-addled game show host that _is_ 'mike & rich expert
knob twiddlers' on the day it was released - need one say more?
hope you make it from parsippany
- lacanian, NP: insomniac's white noise in my head