There are never any good record stores..

Adrian huffs, walking by a few people who give him odd looks, likely because of the loud jacket and boots he’s wearing.

This is what being punk is about. They clearly don’t get it..

He thinks, passing by a young child waving at him, which makes him smile and wave back, the child squealing happily and following his dad away.

Adrian spots an old-looking record store- new, he notices. He pushes open the door, the bell above it jingling.