Tales from Borders

"You still have Yeah, Yeah, Yeah's CD, right?" She said.

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head in agreement. "Mark and I are thinking of opening up our own record label," she said with an extreme ammount of smuggness, "but the problem is we would be the only ones buying the albums. We're the only ones in this town who buy good music."

She then began her ramblings about The Used being far superior to Yellowcard, when in fact both bands are equally terrible in every single way.

I walked away from their pretentioius holier-than-thou egos and walked over to Lila.

And so, I sit on this worn leather chair, listening to Coltrane Play the Blues and the airhead behind me wax philosophical about her MySpace friends.

These are the tales of Borders Bookstore.