In the midst of our packing, Justin and I uncovered a CD holder with at least 100 cds. Most of them were actual cds, but there were a few that had no printed label, only a word or two scribbled across the front in random colors of sharpie marker. We took a break to get ice cream and brought two of those mysterious mix cds. One was titled "The Joys of Procrastination" and the second just said "county". We spent the trip listening to some pretty excellent jams.
I'm grateful for my generation's version of the mix tape.
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