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deafmetal wrote:Apologies, but I have no inherited wealth, I don't wear a suit to work, and I'm not a drug dealer. I work very hard to be successful at my trade, which is network engineering, and I am compensated fairly for the work. Record collecting has been my primary hobby for over twenty years now, and it's were I spend nearly all of my extra income (outside of family vacations). I drive a 13-year-old car, rarely buy new clothes or other personal things, and try to keep all other expenses as low as possible. I have also been selling off a lot of my metal and electronic vinyl collection to help with picking up more vintage soundtracks and libraries, which I have been way more into over the last many years. I also use a lot of my free time to search for vinyl, and I even stopped playing video games a few years ago to devote more time to the hobby. I try to maintain a network of people across the globe to help find vinyl albums that I am looking for.The fuck? I don't care if your parents inherited whaling billions keep your ass swaddled in gold Huggies on a bean bag filled with blood diamonds. You like records. We like records. Now take off your top - err - I mean, now show us those records!
I also feel pretty damn lucky whenever I pull in a big one. That said, it's not my intention to piss anybody off by posting here. I am just looking to share in the passion for this hobby, or obsession might be the better word for me. If my posts have become irritating, then I could volunteer to stop posting about what I'm buying or listening to, or only discuss reissues.
Let me know your thoughts, or feel free to send me a direct message.



The Cult Leader wrote:That scene breaks my heart lol. I can only hope that when I die someone crosses a bridge, stops in the middle of it, looks up into the sky, and screams my name.When I die, I imagine I'll have that happen. Only replace "screams my name" with "pisses off the edge."
The Cult Leader wrote:That scene breaks my heart lol. I can only hope that when I die someone crosses a bridge, stops in the middle of it, looks up into the sky, and screams my name.my poor friend Rich can't walk into a room without someone yelling like that..for years. every. single. time.

NathanLurker wrote:Whoa.
Mateo Sanboval wrote:Excellent choice of word! Whoa indeed!NathanLurker wrote:Whoa.