I make my own skin crawl when I think back to this douche moment. It was right around the time that the Thriller album was at it's peak. I was I guess 11, or 12 years old. My uncle had a garage apartment behind someones house. He was into the hair bands, and smoked weed like most other 20 something uncles that lived in a garage apartment in the 80's. I was there alone one day, and thought the entire world should know just how great the Thriller album was. So, I put it on the ole turntable, and cranked up the system, and promptly opened the door and took a step outside. I was standing out in the yard, all proud, waiting for the masses to come rushing up to ask what that was, and how they could get one. A few seconds into the first song I heard someone from the neighbors house yell out the window to "turn that shit off" I immediately, and without hesitation, passed the blame along to someone else, and yelled back that I would go check out who put that on, and correct the issue right away. I turned around like an ass, and walked back into the stupid apartment, and turned the shit off, and felt like a complete douche.