This comic is about the dusk of the record store era. These places, now the musky ghost towns populated by the most loyal audiophiles, were once intimate basement-style gathering spots where new identities formed and feelings of empowerment emerged. Golden idols plastered the walls and electric sex poured out of the speakers like mana from heaven. Our foundations were shattered and like dogs in the rain, all sense of direction and the familiar were washed away so that new experiences and ideas could form.

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