I have about 50 ticket stubs laying on my dresser. In my old room, I had them tacked to the back of my door, consuming about 1/3 of it (the rest was posters and magazine clippings). When I moved out, my dad had to spackle the door. THE DOOR!
So obviously that wont fly in my apartment. Well, this "diary" solves that problem, while simultaneously providing a conversation starting coffee table book. Imagine a chronological journey through the evolution of my taste in music. Pretentious enough for ya?
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