Wow.

And I was listening to the record in my room upstairs.

Uh, we lived, like, in kind of like a small, like, townhouse, and I was listening to the ra- to the songs in my room.

And I guess my mom was downstairs in the kitchen, and she could hear the music coming down through, like, the heater vents, you know? And she has just eagle ears, so she heard, like, some of the curse words.

Yeah.

Where it seemed like a harmless little fuck or whatever.

And then, so my mom was like, "Absolutely not.

Not in our house." And then I had to do the most, like, shameful thing as a teenager, right? Like, as a teenager, like, growing up and going to a record store, right?