Some places have an almost immediate impact on my digestive tract. I’m sure that’s the same for everyone. Roller coasters can upset our stomachs. Some people stay constipated when they travel. For me, my body changes when I flip through bins of records or browsing in a used book store.
There must be something about the smell of plastic wrapped vinyl or the musty scent of yellowing, second hand books that strikes deep inside of me. For years I have fantasized about spending lazy afternoons drinking coffee reading dust jackets on books or flipping through bins of records.
This for me is only a fantasy. Record shops and book stores act like situational exlax for this fool. I doesn’t very long to work. I can typically last fifteen minutes in a record shop before the organs in my guts start to churn and cramp. Why does this happen?
Oh how I wish I knew the answer. If I did? Perhaps then I’d have better taste in music. If I knew what caused this internal distress, I might be able to mitigate …
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