I wish I could get rid of some of my books, but I can't. They're markers of my history.

I have thousands of books and records in storage at my mother's house, and my apartment is ridiculously crammed--the stairs from the door are an obstacle course, as the side against the wall is lined with stacks.

I'm starting to think I have no choice but to put all my CDs in binders and store the jewel cases and the shelves, and use that space for books.

I live in Boston and the used bookstores are so picky about what they'll buy that it's just not worth the effort, and they hardly pay.

I reread a lot of books, and years ago got rid of many and regret it. So I'm stuck dragging these things around with me, until I become the Book Man the neighborhood kids say once killed a man just for snoring, and now lives in a house...with his books...