The Patchwork Onion
Whats yours is mine
Barry flicked through the CD's, his face sinking more and more into a scowl. Nothing was new, ever. Same music, same books, same pretty much goddamn everything. He pulled out a few of his more preferred audio books and headed to the new releases, the non-fiction, and finally the occult. Though he never really touched those, too much effort to really get into them.
