$$$

after about an hour of him pulling what he wanted, and me trying not to look like I was looking at his buttcrack and that hairy spot above it as he bent over to get to the bottom shelf, he produced a fistful of money. Yeah!

he had sat there, in front of the two rows of vinyl, quickly but thoroughly looking at each, occasionally pausing in some sort of awe ("Big Audio Dynamite, on Def-Jam??!"), (Yes, that's Fred Schnieder's The Shake Society, which he didn't take - no accounting for taste, eh?)