everyone at backdoor treats me very well, except for that old hippy lookin bitch, i can't stand her ass. That younger white dood that is forever wearing that silkk the shocker, charge it to da game shirt is usually cool as fuck with me too. They've always given me more than i thought I'd get on my used shit, and the cd's that say out of print, are out of print 98% of the time. No one else really does that, but I guess since they research that shit, they deserve the extra couple bucks, i can't call it.
the Rasputins in Berkeley is the best one I've been to