a chess game;

prescott, wesley "they can't catch me. i'm always one step ahead."

[re-joy-ce]

  If you’re sure. Let’s go then. 

[wesprescott-blog]

"You ever listen to Abbey Road before or anythin' from it?"

[aaronkerman-blog]

"You’re not still mad at me, are you?"

"I am the one who literally spent the night in police custody."

[wesprescott-blog]

"What do you think?"

"Whose fault is that? You brought the fucking guy to me. This never would have happened if you just enforced the shit."

[thealisonrossi-blog]

"Sounds somewhat familiar. My dad used to play his music for me, so I probably know some of their songs even if I don’t recognize the name." 

[wesprescott-blog]

"Jim Morrison is a fuckin' god. You usually listen to music with your pops?"

[heyhadleyadams]

"Everything. Like, e-everything." 

[wesprescott-blog]

"You want a smoke, then?"

[heyhadleyadams]

[wesprescott-blog]

"Do...what?"

[kipjackson-blog]

Conor Oberst? The album Conor Oberst not just Bright Eyes. Had it on vinyl before but snapped the record yesterday.

[wesprescott-blog]

"Might have it... Knowing Aaron, fucker's got Lana Del Rey where The Rolling Stones should be. Come, follow me."

[lj-williams]

"Right, sorry. Thanks," she gave him a small smile as she stepped into the apartment, looking around the place before turning. "Where’s… has Aaron not been home since… the other night?"

[wesprescott-blog]

"I don't give a fuck about where that asshole is. He can take care of himself, proved that the night of the ball."

[aaronkerman-blog]

"I’m sorry that everybody who walks in here wants a fuckin’ Lana Del Rey or One Direction vinyl. Supply and demand, Wes. You can only ask so much of me."

[wesprescott-blog]

[re-joy-ce]

You’re just going to invite a stranger into your home? I could be a serial killer. No one would suspect. 

[wesprescott-blog]

"I've got nothin' to hide there. Plus, I've had stranger people in my home before."

[thealisonrossi-blog]

"Alright, well, do you have anything similar to it?"

[wesprescott-blog]

"Not exactly similar, but The Doors? You ever heard of 'em?"

[timrigginz]

[re-joy-ce]

So what am I supposed to do? 

[wesprescott-blog]

"Come back to my place. I have my records there."

[samblvd-blog]

Michelle nods in understanding, swallowing hard and shrugging her shoulders. “Least you got him first though, right? I mean — I don’t know him, he could have had a family and people who cared about him and parents who would miss him, but,” she pauses, “better him than you, yeah?”

[wesprescott-blog]

"Guy was a coke addict that was about to lose his job; he wouldn't have cared."

"That's right; better him than me."

[re-joy-ce]

Would you rather help me out and find a store that has one then? 

[wesprescott-blog]

"And drive a customer away to someone else? Hell no."

[re-joy-ce]

No I’m going to buy something as classic as that album on the Internet. That so wrong?

[wesprescott-blog]

  "A little bit."

[re-joy-ce]

It’s okay. I’ll find it on the internet or something. 

[wesprescott-blog]

"You're gonna listen to something as classic as that album on the Internet? And I pegged you smarter than that."

[sonnyinwestfield]

Sonny stiffened again, looking up at the man who had set a hand on his shoulder. He tried to remember his face, knowing it’d be turning up soon enough. When he turned his head again Wes was gone and he was being lead away.