it was held right at my hands. i could feel the plastic wrap that surround its glass cover. i had it. right there. all i had to do was pay for it. i knew i wanted it. i had the last one in my hands. it was so sexy. but no. i had remembered i had the burnt cd of it and remember i was poor and needed to be a cheapsake so i placed it down on the rack and walked away. i then pick up a different one and then left The Mars Volta's De-Loused in the Comatorium all alone with no owner and no one to play it at home. i feel bad.