These have been mean streets in Brooklyn as of late for boomboxes (or "ghetto blasters" if you're feeling politically incorrect). Recently, they've been discarded on trash day as if they never dubbed that extra copy of "Slippery When Wet" or "Appetite for Destruction" for a friend or copied that favorite song off the radio (maybe "The Heat is On" by Glenn Frey) five to seven seconds after it started.* Alas, boomboxes, we salute you. You will be missed.
* All references in this entry are derived from Erik's childhood; your experiences may differ
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