Everything For Sale Boogie ((free)) -

“Your loneliness.”

Boogie looked at Mabel. She shook her head once. He looked at the jukebox, where a cracked 45 spun “Everything for Sale” again. He thought about the empty loft he called home. The phone that never rang. The calendar with no dates circled. everything for sale boogie

The jukebox wheezed out “Everything for Sale” as Boogie slid onto the sticky barstool. Outside, the neon buzzed PAWN • LOANS • EVERYTHING FOR SALE . Inside, the air tasted like regret and cheap bourbon. “Your loneliness

(These lines fluctuate in his various recordings, but the sentiment of paying a price remains constant.) ” Boogie muttered

“Everything’s got a price,” Boogie muttered, quoting the sign. “That’s what it says.”