I used to buy reggae records from a Jamaican head shop near downtown Columbus. And yeah, it was owned and staffed by real Jamaicans and smelled unashamedly like weed every time I visited. It was the only place I could find some music. I still have an African-shaped red, black, gold and green "Jamaica/Africa" pin on one of my Autumn jackets from back then. Every time I see it, I think about where it came from.
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