Here’s another record store (former) regular. He would come in daily and listen to ELO. Sometimes he would buy the terrible portable cd player we sell and then complain that it immediately breaks while buying another. He was a human leitmotif. Later he started getting violent and threw a cd at an employee which earned him banishment. After the fact we found out that he had been picked up by the police on multiple occasions for indecent exposure. I think he huffed paint and drank a lot of booze and maybe smoked crack. I couldn’t remember what type of shoes he wore, but I don’t believe they were the nice boots that I’ve drawn here.
I work at a record store and this was a regular (now banned) he had a constant boner or a goiter or a boner-goiter. People called him Boner Troll. He would write down lyrics that he heard on the radio and then ask you questions like: Do you have a song called, “there’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold.” Sometimes he listened to cds and laughed and rubbed himself on the counter. He talked like a salty sailor. He wore a Grateful Dead shirt everyday. He did have a pretty cool faded tattoo of a dog or a sea monster or something on his forearm.