I spent more time. And money. At Generation Records. After I moved to New York.
I would leave work for extended periods of time. Or for the day. To enjoy some shopping.
Sometimes clothes. More often music.
Working on twenty-third street. Generation Records was not a far walk. Or subway ride.
Their used section. Full of hardcore castaways.
Walking back to work. With Ire. Jihad. In my hand.
Generation Records continues to feed my addiction. For the hardcore that time forgot.
The Suppression Swing - Just a Word. Used at Generation Records.
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