He tilted the box toward a chipped Pottery Barn blue bowl, and the little blue clumps, like cerulean rat turds, tumbled out, hitting the porcelain with a surprisingly metallic thud. It sounded like pennies dumped into an aluminum trash can.
Eric Spitznagel, Old Records Never Die: One Man's Quest for His Vinyl and His Past
boo-berry, cereal, nostalgia, questionable