Monday (These days mean nothing more than a Set Of Seven Stories)

Gerald walked into Vibe Music with a dimple in his cheek. He only had dimples when he smiled. Everything was on sale. And unlike the pesky new franchise stores popping up in the middle of town, when Vibe Music said everything, they meant everything. Somehow you could never overappreciate the value of open honesty over cold capitalism. He found a Pink Floyd remaster and fished out his wallet. He already owned every song but a true fan shows their love no matter what. And maybe they had turned out something different this time. It was so cheap he couldn’t resist.