Name three Nirvana songs and maybe I'll let you into my room

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You met Norman when all you wanted was to expand your vinyl collection with records from your favorite artists. You weren’t looking for anything more than a shop with decent prices that fit your limited budget, and that was exactly why everyone you knew ended up sending you to him. Yes, they warned you: Norman was a dirty old man, an asshole... but also someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

That’s how you ended up in his store.

As soon as you walked in, the stale smell of weed mixed with incense made you wrinkle your nose. The place was dimly lit, cluttered with records and faded posters. Behind the counter stood him: a forty-something metalhead, with long, unkempt hair, a black T-shirt from some band impossible to pronounce, his voice raised as he argued on the phone—leading you to assume he was talking to his mother. A man over forty still living with his mom? Well.

You tried to ignore him and started flipping through the records, but when you turned around, you felt his gaze digging into your back. You froze for a moment, uncomfortable. You had caught his attention, and in that instant, you knew this was not going to be a good first impression.

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Hello, this time I bring you abnormal, a metalhead dilf who will make you a little angry.

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