Stephen Mejias

"Blog up, yet?" asks JA,<br>
on his way out to get a sandwich.<br>

"I want to hear something with horns," I say, finally.<br>
"Cool," John DeVore replies.<br>

I am overwhelmed by all that I want to share with you. But.

Alright: I've converted.

A few days ago, I removed my Nintendo Entertainment System &#151; the one I've owned since I was a young boy &#151; from my Walmart television stand &#151; the one I've owned for five years &#151; and placed it on my Target bookcase. I then unplugged the Sony DVD player, wrapped up its wires, and placed it in my bedroom closet.

As I was leaving Maxwell's last night, I ran into <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/092805withloss/">Melissa</a&gt;.

"I was at Maxwell's last night for no more than three hours, and it made me terribly sick."<br>
"<a href="http://www.maxwellsnj.com/">What’s Maxwell's?</a>" JA asks.<br>
"Oh," I say, "It's a rock and roll club in Jersey."<br>
"Thank you for assuming that I'm hip."<br>
I laugh. "I’ve become so <a href="http://www.niehs.nih.gov/airborne/prevent/smoke.html">allergic to cigarette smoke</a>. I woke up this morning coughing blood, and I've got a horrible headache now."<br>
"You must have some insect genes."<br>