I found this CD in a stack of other CDs sitting on my TV stand. I bought it from a local thrift store, the kind of place where everything feels a little chaotic and a little magical. The moment I saw the Superbad cover, I didn’t even hesitate. It’s a classic in my personal movie history the kind of film I quote without thinking and revisit whenever I need a good laugh. The CD felt like a tiny piece of the movie I could take home.

Somewhere between the excitement of buying it and the reality of my daily routines, the CD was only played once. It slipped into my music stack, becoming more of a novelty collectible than something I used. It represents one of my favorite movies, a burst of nostalgia, and the joy of finding something oddly perfect at a thrift store.