My first time, I came home, listened to some badass music, and my family had NO idea, my brother was like, crying because nobody would take him to the record store, so I took him. on the way there, I was doing all kinds of cartwheels and shit and my brother was just laughing (he didn't know) so, at the record store, I got lost in the vinyl section and thought I traveled back in time. I came back there high again a few weeks ago with my brother, who was also high, and it was different.