Hey, do you remember that little store in NW, D.C. that sold records and really expensive clothes that no one bought? And that’s where you went to get the tickets or maps to the bus depot or warehouse where the party was? Yeah, and remember there was that guy that worked there all the time? with the accent? You guys, he wasn’t really British. Dood, I know he wasn’t. What was his name? Anyway, that store always played the deepest house tracks. He was wack. I just liked to hang out.