That was eerie. I was walking to Utrecht, the art store of doom, when I passed one of thousands of used record stacks for sale on the sidewalk. I thought to myself "I wish [I originally typed "I fish"] I could find some nifty Beatles LPs, but I don't have time to look. Then, I see on the top of the stack, four familiar fab faces. This was clearly fate. Why the heck didn't I get it? It was only a dollar. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow and see if it's still there...