From the August 2013 magazine.

August 2013: Broken Record

Her life kept skipping as she played the same song over and over and over

My little red jukebox record player used to jam to the tune of “Boney Fingers” by Hoyt Axton. I would dance against my bedroom wall and plant my lips on it as if it were my true love, hoping no one would be looking. Back in the ’80s, records were top on my list of things to acquire. Ah, those were the days.

I don’t remember how my record got broken. Intense anger or younger siblings could be to blame. But instead of asking for a new one, or asking for help to fix it, I would position it back together and put it back on. When the needle reached the break, it would skip. I’d get angry and position it back together again, hoping it would play all the way through. But it never did. Looking back now, this was a precursor to my life. Doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results: insanity.

-- April P.

Monongahela, Pennsylvania

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