the years turned over [open]

[Andrew Carter Langsten]

Music was not Al's life nor was it absent from his life. He was just one of those people who would simply listen to music all the time. He wasn't one for much television. He liked to listen to sports as background noise. That was the thing though, Al always needed some sort of background noise to keep him sane. Otherwise he simply would end up becoming a complete and total wreck. He really needed to socialize more. He needed to get his ass out of his house more often. Yes even though Al did not pay any of the bill's for the house he still considered it to be his house. It was after all his grandfather that gave him the house in the will. The fact that he charged his friends rent in the form of paying bills such as electricity and phone didn't bother him in the least. It was still cheaper then having to pay rent to some ass who would tell you to keep it down at seven at night because he had a miserable life. So the way Al saw it there was nothing wrong with him charging his friends rent.

The thing was that Al needed new music. He did not trust those free download sites not to crash his already volatile computer. He didn't have the money for a new one and he knew that his friends would not let him use theirs if he crashed his. So that meant that he would either have to buy music offline via some music site or he could spend the same amount of money it seemed and actually get something physical as well, and with the way that his computer was acting, adding even more music files would end up crashing his computer anyway. So he was stuck to using the stereo and CDs. That wasn't such a bad idea. After all his computer didn't work all the time and stereos were actually pretty reliable. They certainly lasted longer then computers despite what others might have thought. Now all Al needed was some sort of direction as to the music that he wanted to buy. Of course he had no clue what the hell he wanted to listen to.

He was distracted though. He had noticed that people had shifted their attentions. There was some prissy looking chick holding a Les Paul. Well that was something that you didn't see every day. Chances were that she just thought that it was pretty and thought that she would be able to play it no problem. Al really hated people like that. The chick looked like she was a piece of work or something. Who the hell wore what she was wearing out to a music store in the middle of the day no less. It all looked expensive and he couldn't fathom ever spending that much money on clothes even if he would one day have the money he was going to make sure of that. "Yeah like she could actually play that." All grumbled to himself as he continued to rifle through the music.