The Velvet Underground
one winter, i babysat for a family i had never met before. they seemed very cool, the girl and i would sit up in her room and read stories all afternoon. the mom was obsessed with the diet meal packages companies mail to you once a week or so - her entire dining room table was covered in boxes of them. the kids weren’t allowed to go into the living room, because it was decorated in all of these tribal looking artifacts and expensive paintings. one day i was putting something away in the kitchen, when i noticed their complete collection of the velvet underground. and then i decided they were very cool indeed.
