Doomstein There's a guy who lives in my town who's a record collector. I met him in an antique store one day, and he was telling me about how he was selling off some of his collection. So I thought "ok cool, a few dozen records, I'll come check them out."
So I show up and the fucker had 30,000 records and was selling off about 5000 doubles and common ones so he could get more money to buy more records.
He also had a side business of melting damaged records into decorative ashtrays. I thought that was pretty cool.