I don’t remember the day I bought Licensed to Ill. I don’t remember the specific mechanics behind my acquisition of what, if I think logically about it, was and still is the most important album I have ever owned. I find that odd since I remember where and when I acquired other albums that became, like this one, as important to me as breathing—but when you’re ten years old you don’t think to store the specifics of such things in your memory bank for posterity.
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