I found this haven off of Grant and Green Street in San Francisco. This is the basement, filled with musty, dirty crates of vinyl, unalphabetized and uncategorized for the most part. Because of the construction taking place next door, the lights would intermittently flicker on and off every ten seconds or so. Caked with dust and dimly lit, one could easily mistake it for a bomb shelter. 
1 comment:
WHOA.
Let's go.
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