Maybe I should learn to keep my big mouth shut? It seems that every time I open up my trap to say something about something that’s going on in my life, something subsequently happens to royally fuck things up. Usually, it’s a situation of who I am or am not dating, or who I do or do not want to fuck, or who I am or am not fucking.
This time, it’s my new turntable that went haywire on me! On the weekend, I was playing an old record, and when I flipped it to Side 2 (remember vinyl was a DSSD [double-sided, single-density] medium!) and turned it on, it soun…ded a l…ittle… fun…ny… and wasn…’t pla…ying at… the co…rrec…t spe…ed!
Ultimately, since it was only a week old, I took it back to the place I bought it, and exchanged it for a new one. I’ve assembled it, but because of everything that’s been going on this week, I haven’t had a chance to check it out yet.
